In times past, I let people get close to me. It always ended the same way.
They got scared. They got hurt.
No matter how much I cared, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how careful I was, they got hurt.
I warned them. They got hurt.
“Stay away!” I cried. They still got hurt.
It was up to me.
I decided to stay away, To keep my distance, to walk away, to go in the other room.
They kept their distance. They still keep their distance. They are still afraid.
They watch. They wonder. “Why does he do it?”
They do not understand. They will never understand.
Fear grips them. Fear controls them. Fear imprisons them.
These fears no longer haunt me.
Still, it hurts. Time and time again, pain. Eventually, it goes away.
I fly. I crash. I get up. I brush myself off.
I soar with wings of eagles only to fall to the ground. I pick myself up and try again.
Eventually, triumph!
What I strive for, what I dream of, what drives me, becomes reality!
Success encourages me to press on.
Failure and pain, my close companions, give way to victory.
Then, I know I am a man… a man who throws yo.