The pain is too great,
the stupid mistakes,
that keep me awake at
night.
Mistakes, shortcuts,
leaving me tortured,
unable to lift my gaze.
The things that were done,
and can't be undone
have driven me here to
this place.
So erected here,
overshadowed by fear
this monument to failure
stands.
This work of my hands so
amply demands,
my authority be resigned.
Now unable to raise
the bar to it's place for
those who would come behind.
Unable to guide, I leave
them now blind,
searching in vain for
hope.
But held by my past,
this charade can not last,
or their fall will be just as
mine.
This was more of a concept piece, taken from a line in the book "The Supernatural Ways of Royalty"
where Kris Vallotin is talking about how forgiveness restores the right order of things, otherwise we wouldn't be able to hold the people we lead to a bar any higher than our lowest point. I have been the leader that should have come with correction at times, but was aware of my own shortcomings and so I didn't correct the wrong.
* There is hope beyond failures, but unless it is addressed and brought to the light, you undermine your authority.
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