We are
All broken. Our pieces are mended,
But we must all tread carefully so
We don’t fall apart again. We feel
Defined
By our pitfalls, yet our flights were
Incredible. Soaring well above the
Barren landscape, we pirouette
Through the lush clouds,
Our bodies warmed
By
The sunlight that drenches us in
Smiles. When we fall, we forget
The way
We rose. The dry earth claws us apart,
And our wings fall in tatters. The dreams
We
Once had are drowned by the oceans,
And we feel we will never be able to
Rise.
But the earth's fury will ebb, and we
Can drag our faces from the dirt.
We are inevitably slow to rise
After
Wiping the tears from our tattered
Hopes, but we will fly again,
And we will always learn from the
Falling.
