Written by Joseph Mennillo
I attempt to stand tall,
But am tempted to give up at the size of the wall,
It stands high and with might,
At an insurmountable height,
Am I ready to accept this fight?
I challenge myself daily,
Feeling like a failure,
In these moments it is anger I begin to tailor,
Woven into my thoughts and actions,
Why does anger gain so much traction.
I am battered and beaten down,
I rot behind a screen with a frown.
All because I could not solve...
One problem in mere seconds,
Why do I expect this sort of perfection?
I cannot just accept the failure that challenge brings,
Not even stepping in the ring,
To overwhelming to even fight,
Let me distract myself with Youtube Shorts.. maybe that is right.
It makes me feel happy, but such a fleeting feeling..
While I am in the guillotine kneeling,
It is my own lack of confidence that keeps me down,
That keeps my face stuck with a frown.
I have not dropped the ball, it is time to stand tall,
to learn...
pick myself back up and climb the wall.
It frightens me and I start to stall,
but something inside keeps me going..
preventing my ultimate fall..
This will not be the first or the last, but I accept any challenge
and will no longer pursue in life what is fast..
struggle is what breeds success so I accept it over a life of simpleness and much rest
It kills me inside but I am always struggling to become my best.