Day Twenty-five "Take the Risk"

Take the Risk

Do something more.
Move ahead.
Take some risks, my mother said.
So, I did.

At first things went quite swimmingly.
Failure was foreign to me.
Taking risks made me feel free.
It did not last.

As I persisted on my way,
failure came and seemed to stay,
and it got harder day by day.
I wanted to give up.

But with each failure I learned better for my next deed.
The risk was worth the lessons of which I was in need.
So failure, correction, failure, correction is how one can succeed.
And, I do.