let it not be a reflection of my intent
but of my ignorance
and my inability to see myself
through my intentions
as I am in actuality
my faults
my shortcomings
my over ambitions
which blind me from
my youthful vision
not that I stay blinded
not that I’ll remain deaf
not that I’m not learning
what I am not
not that life isn’t showing me
how much more I have to learn
not that I don’t know disappointment
even when it’s me who’s earned
the truth of it all
is I’m not breathing
but only exhaling in shallowness
the truth of it all
is that
if I have failed you
I apologize
for trust in me is oxymoronic at times
For sometimes, I am no more than
an aged child
learning to have trust
in self.
