Failure

I love falling. Tripping, Aching, Hurting my knees. I love being hurt. I adore the gnawing pain and heartache, And I revel in the feeling of loss. The words, "No, you can't!" Massage my ears, With knives, Decorated with smiling sticker faces. Mocking. But, For me, There is no greater motivation. Every time I am knocked down, Is another opportunity to stand, Brush the dust off of my knees, Grin, And say, ''Is that all you've got?"