How many failures
until I decide it’s not meant for me?
Maybe it’s time to hold a moment of silence
for the dreams I once carried.
How many times can I fall
before my hands stop reaching for the ground?
What crushes me most
isn’t the failure—
but the time I can’t get back.
The shame of being wrong. Again.
I’m terrified I’ll be running,
always chasing,
never reaching the finish line.
It breaks...