Passage Five: A Struggling Kind Of Beauty
I thought I was a failure ten years ago.
Since then I have written eleven books
For which I have found no audience.
What that makes me now is hard to say,
A failure and a fool, in some ways,
But also something else, perhaps.
We hear stories of people
Who succeed in business
After failing time and time again,
But we do not hear about
Those who never do succeed.
"There is a struggling kind of beauty
In the desert," Autumn said.
There is something to admire
In the struggles no one sees,
And we all have them.
It is easy to see
What is lacking in us.
There are mountains of it,
And there are deserts.
But in the shadows
Of those mountains
And in the midst
Of that desert
There is something
Beautiful.
There is something
That will not give up,
Despite a world of reasons to.
And in that
There is more meaning,
More depth and substance
Than in all the world
Of what is lacking.
