The results have come back negative
again and I see the tears so brazen
on cheek, while mouth, taut and furious,
utters self deprecating cries of
loathing, directed at one who has
never deserved such words.

The mistake is not born of ability,
to me, but of mental barriers put up
during the first round, where words
stated by authority caused conflict.
All attempts thus were judged in
accordance to proclamations from one
without compassion.

The reality is thus, this is a set
back, a knock down, a failure, what
ever words you wish to use, but it
is not the end. This is not the
future but merely a bump on the road.
How can I help soothe, help tend to
these self inflicted wounds?

You are strong, wonderful, bright,
capable (oh the capabilities you shine
number hundreds) and this
momentary falling has you thinking
otherwise, and all I wish to do is grab
you mid-air, rescue you and pull you
toward the finish line you deserve to see.