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