Our Failure Is In Aspiration Poem by Amy Bengtson

Mistakes happen. A lot. Endlessly.
We scowl at their insistence. Their existence.
Why is perfection far from us
When it is in every model, every character,
Every God-fearing preacher on TV?
Perhaps our failure reeks of stale hope
Or blown trust, or even some of pixie dust.
Were our perceived successes too cheap
Or the mountain of our abilities too steep?
Definitely, without a doubt, probably,
Maybe perhaps there is a slight chance, no.
We failed not because the task was too much
But because our aspirations were just not
Based enough on the last attempt.
Our over-aspiration has caused asphyxiation.
Next time, breathe.