First Thing I See

Hung up on the lack, the steps incomplete, the drag of the struggle, the sting of defeat.

Recurrent worries wrinkle my brow.

I replay the when,

the why,

the how.

My mind opens up, my vision expands, I’ve oft done my best with two patient hands.

The first thing I see is the failing in me, coupled with dreams of who I’ll yet be.

*This month I’m participating in a writing prompt project, which you can find here-