Putting myself in ruins,
trying to escape out of this dirt hole,
ten feet deep,
filled with sorrow,
no remorse,
no guilt,
as they close in on me,
lift their shovels with pride,
with joy,
with satisfaction
#8 I am thankful for failure. How could I ever know what it feels like to succeed, truly succeed without the comprehension of what it is like to fail, truly fail. I am grateful that I can accept my own defeat even if it means, picking the headstone for my grave.
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