You were always clever,
But you never knew everything.
You were a fox,
Still believing that one day you could outrun your shadows.
You never wanted to believe it possible that you could fail,
Because the day you were labeled a failure.
But they didn't know you,
And neither did they have the desire to get to know you.
You fell and believed that you'd failed.
You were covered head to toe in the dirt
And grime from your worst dreams.
This couldn't be happening.
You promised yourself,
You promised your family and more importantly your mother.
You promised her that you had something,
Something special that no one could take away from you.
But you had failed.
All I'm asking you to do is pick yourself up,
And dust yourself off.
Because losing isn't falling.
It's not picking yourself back up.