Falling Short

 

Falling Short

I failed the e,
and it pulled my spirit down—
a quiet heartbreak
echoing in my chest.

I’m afraid this stumble
will follow me into my days,
shadowing my steps—
but I pray it won’t.

I promise myself
I will stay grateful,
I will stay cheerful,
even when the road feels heavy.

But still—
I need a job,
I need money,
I need a door to open.

May someday,
and hopefully soon,
God’s gentle hands
place a good job in my path—
a blessing waiting just for me.