Is it okay that I'm heartbroken?
And impatient,
I feel foolish...
Like maybe I didn't listen to God.

But I can't tell the difference a lot-
Between God and fear.

I'm so afraid,
That when I do decide to do things,
I drive them home...
Because I feel like I only have one shot...

To succeed.

And I usually fail.

But that narrow window...
Taunts me...
And tangles me.

And is it okay that I'm heartbroken?
Because

I made a fool of myself again.