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. 

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