I am not a failure,
but I do fail…
I try to fix things
that should be left,
and forget things
that need attention,
sometimes this is
wilful neglect,
but mostly
it is inattentiveness.
I don't want you to know
that I am weak,
that I stumble through life
at times.
I don't want you to know
that coping is
not always easy,
and that at times
my decisions are flawed.
I want you to see
the perfect me,
the strong,
capable,
articulate me,
full of confidence,
walking through
life's troubles with ease
and assurance.
How odd it is
that confidence comes
when I own my weaknesses,
and know that I am
loved any way!
For He has redeemed
my life from the pit,
and crowned me with love
and compassion.
