The lesson I have failed to provide
that my daughter experiences
as her own failure.
The delay I have caused
out of uncertainty and inexperience,
a failure multiplying frustration.
The body I have failed
in food, in exercise, in sleep,
and the guilt that circles like a vulture.
The opportunities I have missed,
the ambitions I’ve allowed to cool,
the ladder I have failed to climb.
The love I have interrogated with fear
and buried under routines & chocolates,
soul walled, gated…and failing.
The sacrifice acceptable to God is a contrite spirit.
The position of confession this Lent