Hits and Misses (Mostly Misses)
First quarter of the year,
And the plans that I made,
That I held so dear?
Right out the window!
Because, y'know,
How it is.
That end-of-the-year bliss.
Making targets you couldn’t possibly miss!
Well, I did.
Miss, that is.
But surprise, surprise!
In the midst of that miss,
I kept moving forward.
I found a new target worth aiming toward.
I aimed.
Admittedly wired,
(On coffee),
I fired!
And I missed!
Wait, I missed?
I did.
Again.
And yet,
This year,
As I reflect.
Writing this poem.
For money.
And whatnot.
I realized something.
No, not that I need money for college,
Though I do. (Send help)
And no,
Not the fact that this poem no longer rhymes.
Or has a,
Consistent
Structure.
No.
I realized that those misses,
Those misses shaped me.
Maybe not into the me that I originally wanted to be.
But into a me that’s harder.
Better.
Faster.
Str- you get the point.
So,
In a year full of hits and misses,
Feisty white Vans,
Fruit and writing utensil fusions,
Anthropomorphic animal movies,
And of course,
The most important
VR Por- Portrayals of interesting video game concepts. (Ahem.)
I can say,
That I love me.
My family.
And my dog Daisy.
And I can’t wait to see,
What kind of targets I’ll fail to meet.
And the me,
The arises from those defeats.