🌱 The Art of Falling (And Rising Again)

I have stumbled, I have bled,

Dreams once shining, now lie dead.

The path was steep, the night unkind,

Yet lessons grew in cracks behind.

Each fall a mark, but not defeat,

Each scar a tale, a fire’s heat.

For even in the darkest night,

The dawn still brings returning light.

I have fallen, yet I rise,

Not through ease, but will that tries.

Strength is not in standing tall,

But rising stronger after all.

So let me fall, let me break,

But never let my spirit shake.

For in the art of falling deep,

I rise once more, my soul to keep.