Setback

I went out shiny and hopeful,

I came back grubby and bruised,

I tripped over myself

so many times,

I got in my way —

such a familiar place

I had made grand narratives

for my triumph, had configured the words

but then found myself

once again

having to settle for silence

I know

there is another way,

I see the sweet humility

that overcomes the toughest challenge.

I feel the gratitude

for those quiet moments

where I see others

have found that peace

I can’t do this alone

but I’m not asked to,

nor am I charged to chronicle the story.

The steps are shown,

and all those dear ones

wait eager to receive me when I come.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 13, 2020