It was a rough autumn

Wind snarled and grutned every morning

as perennials pecked at my pupils

I pushed against everything, 

the problems irrational like pi

 

Frustration climbed from the tough month before

Stress is water

about to pour out of the boiling pot

 

Yelp!

Waterfalls slap the floor

Concealing facade of cheery smiles expired

even sunshine must take a break

 

Ashamed at the failure of not being able to handle everything

I chanted to myself, "When I start something, I won't quit- it's embarrassing. 

People have expectations and impressions of me and I need to live up to them."

Caring what other people thought, my hamartia

 

Luckily, at that moment, Love ran to help.

He turned off the stove and helped me mop up the water. 

At my time of need, I had Love to push me through.

He gave me a huge, unhesitant hug. 

and said, "If you cry, I will cry too."

Love was caring.

Love was comforting.

Because of my new trust in Love, I shared everything with him- my problems, concerns, and feelings of failure. 

Love listened. 

Love was hope.