frustration

Of all of the things

I think and I am;

All of the things that

I knew to be true.

Why is it that here,

Now, in the present,

That mistakes and faults

Seem to accrue?

Struggle, struggle, try

But my minds not there.

Grasping and flailing

But finding thin air.

My work and my life

Seem to melt and rest.

Why did I settle?

Why can’t I stop?

Science can’t fail me

Yet how has it not?

I’ve fought the hard battle

Worked through all the thoughts.

I was born to sift

And conclude the facts.

But I’m never the one,

anyone, to this test.

Cause I’m sick and frail

Deep inside my mind.

I’ve pushed off alone,

Left others behind.

Fought hard with my heart.

But it never wins;

It leaves me whining

With a look of chagrin.

This is not a feat

It is no Everest.

But the climb, for me…

Just short of epic.

Each day a step, just

a step up the mount.
This test, that day,

this time, will count.