They laughed, it’s true, but I won’t hide,
For strength blooms best with the world outside.
Their words were clouds, but I am the sky,
Wide and boundless, where dreams can fly.
Each stumble taught me how to stand,
With firmer feet and steady hand.
Their laughter tried to pull me down,
But I’ve built wings where fears had drowned.
I found my power, a steady flame,
A voice that knows its worth and name.
Their jeers were echoes, fading away,
While I grew brighter every day.
The path ahead is mine to take,
With every step, a choice I make.
To rise with joy, to trust and soar,
To see the world and crave for more.
Let them laugh, it’s theirs to do,
But my heart beats bold, my skies stay blue.
For the beauty of falling is learning to rise,
With hope as my compass and stars in my eyes.
About the Creator
F.R.B.
A meaningful poem connects with you personally, providing comfort, inspiration, or a sense of shared humanity. It becomes not just words on a page, but an experience, a mirror, or even a guide
Comments (1)
Beautiful poem. Very uplifting.