Every avenue I head down
Ends with failure.
Anger builds frighteningly,
Turning me into an ugly creature.

I breathe in the gift of nature's cool air
Calming my mind's anxiety
As I struggle not to allow
A few losses to deter me.

Against my skin, I can feel the gentle tips
Of the wind's comforting fingers,
Soothing the raging fire burning within me
So all that remains is a warm simmer.

On scraped hands and scarred feet,
I crawl out of this hell of distress.
I emerge, with renewed vigor
Ready and completely fearless.

My momentary defeat powers my will to succeed
On unadulterated determination, I feed.
I strengthen my resolve and plant the seed
Soon enough, fruits will bear and I shall lead.