The Beauty Of Failure Poem by Samuel Adara

I'm sermoned on how to live,
even more how to exist
but it's like giving directions to a man who's never travelled before.
Unknown to them trial and error is my only language.
Their sermons to me are only distant tales of another world.
Tales to which I can't relate to say
the least apply.
How I wish the shackles of expectations eluded me
How I wish I could be free to fail.
Free to stumble and free to fall
Free to fall on my own face.
Then pick myself up and bask in the BEAUTY OF FAILURE