Success

I dance the line between success and failure. 

Never quite knowing the depth of each extreme. 

My spirit, my soul, my very being taxed-I endure. 

Never quite knowing if the true fool is me. 

Some say success is a marathon-slow and steady. 

Others say it strikes like lightening-once then gone.

Most wait, never striking out, "the moment not ready. "

I struck out, not ready, but not afraid of going alone. 

Pondering the future I sit in the twilight of my effort.

Too much ventured to give up, no second path. 

No numbers appear which would give me comfort.

Only those that leave doubt in their aftermath.

Should I continue? Should I surrender the dream to die? 

In this hour I remember, "be too stupid to give up", my rallying cry. 

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Nice write, keep keeping on! If you quit you have excepted failure
then failing will become your best friend, read my piece life's problems
I think you will enjoy it, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!