What failure can do

One night
With all my might
I tried to paint some art 
Tried and failed 
So then I wailed 
I tried with all my heart 
I couldn’t get the drawing right 
Let alone the shading 
I tried to paint a scenic route 
Gave up at the paving 
I can’t draw a stick man 
So I don’t know why I tried 
I said “I’ll never paint again” 
Then I cried and cried and cried 
The tears rolled down my cheeks 
Splashed onto my painting 
I couldn’t quite believe 
What I was creating 
Who knew my emotions 
Would change the style of this image
Just like some people
Can bring atmosphere to a village 
That’s the thing about painting 
It reflects you 
So what you put into it 
Is what will shine through 
All art has meaning 
How could there be none? 
If meaning wasn’t there 
All art’d be gone 
This piece needed a title 
To show what it was about 
This one would scream at people 
Without the need to shout 
As I stood back to see
How my tears had made this view 
I decided to call the painting 
“What failure can do”