In retrospect
the goal was achievable
Me?
I was just not up for the goal
failure crept in
and around
and down
and settled like a weight
dragging me further
backwards
downwards
away from
that on which I set my sights
and in the failing
I found
the string
unraveling at the end of the rope
the rope,
too thin
too short
too freaking much effort
to tie the knot in
and in the end
the string
unraveling at its end
was just big enough
to knot
around my wrist
hanging on
pulling back up
climbing out
of the breathless morass
and pulling
straining
dragging
into the sunlight
and here to lay
quiet
on the banks of the quicksand
to rest
regroup
and head again
onward
upward
to my goal

In success
a failure
and in failure
success

April Wells
3/14/16