A poem about failure

I don’t want to accept failure.

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I don’t want to accept failure.

To be indifferent,

Complacent

About my shortcomings.

No.

I want defeat

To feel like swallowing gravel,

Walking through hot coals,

Being

Squeezed — no,

Suffocated —

In an

Airtight

Elevator.

I want my eyes to burn,

My teeth to grind,

My soul to rage

At even the shiver of possibility

That I stop short

Of the summit.

Then, I want to kiss

The ground beneath my feet

And rise.

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