I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.

Though I find the courage to take necessary steps,

Fear consumes me, trapping me in despair.

My heart aches to close the wound, to stop the bleeding,

Yet my actions fall short—my flaws are too overwhelming,

Too many to count.

I attempt again and again to make the best of bad situations,

To create an outcome that lifts the light higher.

I try to lower the rope,

Ensuring it reaches the bottom,

To pull you back up,

To fix my mistake.

But I fail,

I keep failing.