A Kind Of Success - Poem by Gillian Commerford
My eyes receive the colour of the day.
My mouth receives the taste of early morning.
The scent of the awakening earth
reminds me of my distress-
but still I've survived my failures.
I accept the tears that salt my cheek
as payment down
for a life I still need and want to live.
Each breath I breathe is a kind of success
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