LOST BUT FOUND

I lost it when hot
I lost it when frost
Opened hot and tossed
Chilly frost and balled
Within my box but outside my law
in my court yet not found
The strength of my mind and the mind of my strength
Failure had his seat on the bench
I wish but felt that success was not yet
Pessimism buttressed my progress but Love set in
Chained my fears, set me a table at the inn
I lost sight of failure;the purpose for which I leave
And success was strip naked within me
It yelled with the voice of productivity; bring the job in the sheaves