Poem: The Pick

I succeed today.

At least that is what I think.

I made the grade that some say was not possible.

I took the leap that faith told me was okay.

Then why do I not feel okay?

Why is my heart and mind not the same?

Which one do I choose?

The one that is always true, or the one that makes me sing the blues.

I cannot not pick so I will let them sit.

In the stench that has become me.