As I stood under your streetlight
Your pelting streams cut through the reflection
And burnt my eyes with imagination
For every ray of success
Was a puddle of failure
I can’t imagine holding the expectation of success
When disappointment has cut the deepest of scars
And I’ve touched them often
The buffet has fed the masses
When the belly has gone hungry
As the vision has heeded such beauty
The grief has caused me to succumb, and I let you go
The future will tell the tale and become the imagination of the next generation
of those who dream big and are willing to fail
Acceptance is the liberty of all possibility
I hold you up to the light and let you go with no expectations
As I stand in the rainstorm of life,
Failure is a beautiful gift and I thank you
The world is changed as a result
Carl Meadows
November 1, 2015
