The errors
the mistakes
Sometimes small
even sometimes unredeemable it feels

To attack the self
for them
To batter the self
for all what might have but wasn’t

instead perhaps…

Dissatisfaction with the last round
certainly dissatisfaction
But in place of battering
a sense of cycles

A vision of another round of things learned
an idea of how to try next
how to try again

Dissatisfaction of course
(though from where else comes something better)
And these hurt of course
dissatisfaction; not yet-ness; struggle still

But to see instead not errors
but moving
ever moving
in cycles
ever approaching
in steps even if both towards and away
that place not yet