success and failure
fraternal twins fed by angst,
seeking approval.
no consolation
in the silence or applause
they sought acceptance.
clothed in afterthought
lingering at shadow’s edge
no acknowledgement.
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I really like this. It’s very timely for me too. Success and failure has been on my mind a bit lately.
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I wrote this after giving the opening speech for my class’s reunion last weekend. During the hearty applause I noticed that my long time best friend was sitting stoically. Her approval would have meant so much, but she’s married to a big shot in the Texas Tea Party and I’m a rather progressive voter.
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I’m sorry to hear about your best friend’s reaction. I tend to be rather liberal in my political views too so I know it can lead to a bit of awkwardness at times with more conservative friends. It’s great that you got hearty applause from everyone else, though.
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I guess I wondered why her approval meant so much. My husband, who is rather stingy with praise, was pretty effusive that night. But her lack of approval stung. Dammit.
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It is a pity, especially if it was based on politics since that sounds irrelevant to the situation. I mean, it’s not like you were giving a campaign speech for Hillary Clinton. 😦
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