Failure Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I had pictures I wanted to paint
Mind perfect and powerful
They always stopped at the wrist
Like my hand was a bloody stump
It was hand-failure hateful

I punched the errant hand against a wall
That hand pushed me over the edge
(I swear I heard it laughing

Failure is building a house of cards in the teeth of a gale
It's trying to trap the oceanin a pail

Failing your own child,
To betray or abandon him
By claiming you had to
Watch out! Your sorrows will come hometo roost
Trust me, they'll haunt you