The Nerve

I hope you fail
over and over again
I hope you can’t sleep
and that food loses its taste
and that your stomach churns
I hope you have to swallow your pride
and that it’s bitter
and that you question everything
and that you never forget

I hope you fail
because it’s a privilege
to sharpen your tools
Because most are content
mocking aspirations
like some pithy T-shirt
And they’ll patronize you
then ostracize you
because they were always too scared
to try

But fail
Fail because you can
Fail because it’s difficult
Fail because it’s the only way
to get there

Or get comfortable