Dear failure, of the past and future,
I thank you now.
There would be no success without you.
I commend you failure.
The darkness has challenge the essence of my soul
the makeup of what is to really live free.
The timely-ness and awkward sweats of dis-ease
buds once again the motive of my creativity .
Questioning what it means to just be me.
Sickness that can stick to the bones and kill the weak.
My hat is off and bowing low in humility.
I say to the new and growing me,
stay strong write,
no matter what tell the story
Poet Kristina Mosley