by Ute Carson
Published in Reese Tyler Award in Poetry Volume 2007, Inkpot Press

The sadness I feel for my failure is
That I tried so hard.
The list of my mishaps is endless
But the small sins weigh me down.

Failing to see the distress signals
Behind your blinding smile,
Or missing my mother's last heartbeat
Because I fell asleep on my watch.

Once I lived in the paradise of a womb
Frolicking like a fish.
Now long expelled,
I crawl into your arms, another cocoon
Begging that my tries, however frail and mismanaged
Will count against my shortcomings.

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