Expectations pull at me,
Like leaden weights;
They drag me down,
Drowning me.
I am no genius,
Not blessed with a brain
That can comprehend and retain
All that I learn,
Every single day.
I will fall, certain sure,
But will I rise,
That should be your question.
Not how far down,
But how high will rebound.
Let not failure dishearten
Or bring angry outbursts; or
Success, too much expectation
And baseless boasts.
For every rise there is a fall,
And every success is marred
By a miserable failure.
But every fall has a rebound,
Every failure a triumphant rise.
So be not sad when I fall,
Await yet a while, for
I will rise anon.
Yet these expectations that I bemoan,
And my fears and mistakes,
Are the ballast of my ship,
That stabilizes me
In life’s stormy sea.
So they are a burden
As well as a support;
Drowning me yet
Keeping me from
Going adrift.
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