the fear of failure

has always made me skirt its edge

where others have dove right in


I jump nimbly, to avoid the shining drops

lest they land on me

and as I jump, the baggage

of all the things

I have attempted, and must not fail at...


I can’t drop any of them, how could you say that?

and you say it so easily too.

I couldn’t let go of any of them...

well, yes, of course it gets heavy...

but don’t you see why I can’t put them down? they

might get wet

might fail

no, no, I have to protect them

and I have to finish all of them


do I have time? no... but

you can see why I can’t put them down

can’t you?

you can’t?


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