Permission to Fail
A self-talk poem from a perfectionist trying to quit

I set my feet in the skis, boat engines start to wail, I give myself permission to fail.
I converse with my teen, her glare is stale. I give myself permission to fail.
I think back to those cookies when I step on the scale. I grant myself permission to fail.
I see calendar deadlines that are late and inhale. I grant myself permission to fail.
I type the first line, thoughts begin to unveil. I allow myself permission to fail.
On the path of greatness the first step on the trail Is to give oneself permission to fail.
So I wake in the morning, a new day to hail; I give myself permission to fail.
And when I forget that, I forgive my derail And grant myself permission to fail.






