Failure

After a long
day at work,
I slip in
my driveway.
Its about 11:45
at night.
I did not
come across
the finish
line.
It hurt.
As I walked
up my stairs
I see my little
dog wagging
his tail
and barking
at me.
My mom sitting
in her rocker
knitting.
The TV on
that she can not
see.
But the blue haze
covers her
like
a cool
blanket.
I open
up the
door to
my dog
barking
and kissing me.
How was your
day honey?
It was so long.
I hate that you
have to work
so hard.
she says.
It was so hard
and bad.
I failed..I said.
Oh honey..I am
sorry, she responded.
I just want to take
a shower , I say.
I walk down the
hall and close
the bathroom
door.
I want to take
a shower now
and wash
all that failure
off of me.
That disappointment.
That hard Work.
In the shower I
go.
I use my favorite
soap and just
let the water
clean me.
After I get out
towel off and
put my comfy clothes
on.
What the Hell
am I doing?
I ask...I can not
do this the rest
of my life?
Or can I?
Open the door
to my mom
standing
there.
Honey, She says
I want you
to remember
this is just one
step. Once step
to the next place.
This night
might
get you to
the next
place...So really
you did not Fail..
It just woke you up.
she smiles and
takes her
hand brushes
my face
with it.
Besides...When I
was your
age I had
2 kids, 3 jobs
and 2 boyfriends.
I just start laughing.
MOM...I hug her.
I walk down
the hallway and
then crawl into
bed.
Thinking
of the day.
The failure
has just left my body.
I start to think.
Hmmm?
Whats next for
me?
I drift off
to sleep at
the possibilities.
I am calm
with my breathing
and no tears
come.
I like that.