On this day for #intropoetry we are to write about imperfections… I will share a poem I wrote not so long ago about the way we see our selves and accomplishments. I hope you enjoy it.
I am a failure!
I failed at being the child my mother wanted, she reminded me regularly of the imposition in her life that I was.
I failed at protecting myself from abuse of all kinds.
I failed at protecting myself from the demons that would haunt me my entire life.
I failed at understanding that the life I was in was not the way the world should be.
I have failed to be the parent I should have.
I failed to read stories to my children before bed.
I failed to cook my children their breakfasts in the mornings.
I failed to have all my children graduate from high school.
I failed to have all my children attend college, then get married then have children.
I failed to see the pain of my son who attempted suicide from major depression.
I failed to see the difference in my son and seek help.
I failed to have a successful career.
I have failed at understanding what love is.
I failed at marriage resulting in two divorces.
I failed financially, resulting in financial disaster.
I failed to speak to my mother for years, she is dead now.
I failed to be a compassionate parent and mother.
In this life, I am a failure!
I am a success!
I succeeded at graduating high school, when neither of my parents did.
I succeeded at graduating college when I was told I would never be able to.
I succeeded in never letting my children go hungry, even though I skipped meals.
I succeeded in making sure they never went without their needs, even when I would.
I succeeded in putting my children first in all I do in life, even when there were things I wanted for myself.
I succeeded at helping my child heal and learn to live with depression and have a productive life.
I succeeded at learning to accept my physical appearance when all my life I was told how imperfect I was.
I succeeded at surviving abuse and overcome the abusers in my life.
I succeeded at connecting with my child after years of distress.
I succeeded at allowing forgiveness in my heart so I could eventually love again.
I succeeded at overcoming the demons that haunted me.
I succeeded at finding the peace to know that I can’t fix what happened, only work on what will come.
I succeeded in not falling into the same cycle of life I was raised in.
I succeeded at allowing love in.
I succeeded at writing and self-published 7 novellas, a dream of mine as a young teen.
I succeeded at having a happy marriage and finding peace.
I succeeded over all my failures.
In this life, I am a success!