Setting myself up to do that which scared me most, fail.
Getting by as okay when I could be more.
Never been pressured, only by me.
Not pressured enough.
I need to move on, to move up.
To delve the recesses of my mind and expose them to my soul.
To make that connection, motivation.
What I need to do is never what I do.
Author’s note: This poem could be used as a conversation or class started related to fearing failure, motivation, or what success means.
