Failure

I don't fear the failure itself, I resent the failure to stick to the expectations cart.

I dread the disappointed looks on their face, the feeling of disgust shrouds my heart.

I am not what others think of me, for my career in fulfilment has been one without a start.

Perhaps I'm the wind, destined to touch every soul;

Perhaps I'm the eagle, soaring through the sky with wings of majesty, exploring the be known.

Or maybe I'm nothing at all, for my whereabouts in the future are still unknown.

Fear of failure isn't what keeps me going though, the ambition to succeed sustains me.

The hopes of my mates nourish me, the fire of ambition burns me.

I'm certainly not what others think I should be, I'm something unknown ;

I'm a mango yet to ripe, I'm the morning sun yet to rise.

My consciousness is something which is purely my own, something I truly own,

I'm just myself.