Process

I made a mistake, the same mistake I made long ago. At that moment, I felt like my family was not proud of me; I felt like a failure. I do not know why I did it but that mistake inspired me to start writing poetry again. I could not let my emotions out, only through poetry I could. I have not really shared my poems with the world, so here I am doing this. I wrote this poem about 3 months ago, my first poem in a long time. 

           "Process"

In my eyes, I feel like a fake.

I keep on making the same mistake.

I keep on failing,

My heart keeps on wailing.

My family isn't proud of me,

I mean why would they be?

Is all of this happening for a reason?

Or is this just another season?

All these emotions I am feeling,

I am ready for the process of healing.