And once again
It’s my turn
I’ve been up
To bat before
Either stepped out
Of the box
Swung and missed
Or got beaned
Today I grab
My bat confidently
Knowing that inside
Me is a
Home run if
Only I could
Meet a baseball
That understands me
And once again
It’s my turn
I’ve been up
To bat before
Either stepped out
Of the box
Swung and missed
Or got beaned
Today I grab
My bat confidently
Knowing that inside
Me is a
Home run if
Only I could
Meet a baseball
That understands me
In life it
Is not our
Successes that matter
What matters however
Are our failures
Enjoy as many
As you can
Failures are like
Slippery mossy stones
On which you
Step to cross
A creek you
Need them to
Get from here
To over there
But there’s always
The danger of
Slipping getting wet
Failures are the
Funny memories that
We laugh about
While basking in
The warmth of
Our brief successes
What if you
Didn’t know if
What you read
Was your meal
What if what
You wanted was
A crumb and
Not this please
My friends give
To those that
Are hungry for
That giving will
Bring you salvation
Not to them
Just to you
Take what you
Can or ask
For what you
Need one continues
Weakness while the
Other provides strength
Time to choose
I feel like
A prairie flower
One of many
Different only in
Color I wonder
Why no bees
Buzz by me
Tickling my petals
With long legs
Enjoying my nectar
Or why no
Child has seen
Smiled and snatched
Me up to
Be their own
But here I
Remain lovely in
A sea of
Loveliness content knowing
That I’m the
Best flower that
I can be