Living failure

I knew that feeling. I had it twice before.

That anxious feeling, of not knowing,

of not knowing if it will work

The feeling of chills running down your spine

that cold needle touching your flesh

the toxic running through your veins

and the pressure fading slowly away

I knew that room, i saw it twice before

The stale bitterness of failure staring at you in the face

The white walls screaming your name

the women next to you calling you daughter

And you find comfort in this

Because you know that she is there for the moment that exists

And somehow you exist here too

And then you look yourself in the mirror and say

"Maybe I will wait one more day"