Once again, I have failed myself
Once again, I have behaved as if I
were but a tiny child, grabbing all that
I can, taking it all for myself.
Once again, I have stumbled on an
obstruction, as I looked up into the sky,
walking full speed forward.
Once again, I wanted more than I could
have, knowing even in the beginning
that I never had a chance.
Once again, those in whom I put my trust
have failed me, not living up to my
foolish expectations, as I knew they
couldn’t.
Once again, I trusted in those who have
proven time and time again to be unable
to fulfill my expectations, or even to
know what they were, so I fell.
Once again, I forgot that God is the
only one who can live up to our
expectations, the only one who can
fulfill our longings and dreams in
the way we want them fulfilled.
Once again, I have failed myself.
My journal around this time doesn’t say specifically what led to this
depressing-sounding poem, but the context is: I was trying to navigate my way through multiple
cliques of new friends at college, while also becoming infatuated with a particular young woman
I had met — who didn’t feel the same way.