So you failed.
So: you failed.
The question is will you flail?
Will you flail and splutter
and drown in the gutter?
I know it burned.
I know. It burned.
Your cheeks flamed rouge
and your ego was bruised;
pinching yourself black and blue
This Is Not A Dream.
This is not a dream.
You have to face it…
all of it.
The shame and the fear and the cause of it.
So you can curl up and cry
or shrivel and die
but know that this lie
-that you can live without making mistakes-
will eat you alive.
You. Are. Strong.
You are strong and graceful and brave
so please don’t be a slave
to society’s laws of perfection.
To be perfect is to be human:
And to be human is to fall.
Don’t you ever feel unworthy or small
For making a mistake.
Make mistakes!
My God how lucky you are to make mistakes.
It is a sign of privilege,
the marker of a life of wealth:
rich in love and in health,
for mistakes are a luxury to afford.
So you failed?
So you failed.
So what? You failed.
Stitch up your pride and lick your wounds
Don’t try to hide, go howl at the moon
and scream out, with wild abandon, that you are:
Imperfect
Flawed
Human.