RISE

Staring at the ceiling,

Another day has gone by,

A soul weighed down by failures,

And dreams that seem to die.

The whispers of disappointment,

Echoing in the silent room,

Each setback a heavy blow,

Shattering dreams like a doomed loom.

How the failures grip tightly,

Squeezing the essence of self-esteem,

Leaving behind a hollow shell,

Where hope once used to gleam.

Every stumble, every fall,

Cuts deeper than a knife,

Leaving scars upon the spirit,

Draining the will to strive.

The once vibrant heart now muted,

In the shadow of past defeat,

No courage left to spread its wings,

No fire left to ignite the heat.

But let me tell you, my friend,

For within you lies untold might,

For failures are but stepping stones,

On the path to a radiant light.

Rise up from the ashes of despair,

Embrace the scars that mark your way,

For they're the badges of a warrior,

Who dares to fight another day.

Each failure is a lesson learned,

A chance to rise above the norm,

To break the chains of doubt and fear,

And weather the wildest storm.

Do not let the darkness linger,

Within the chambers of your soul,

For even in the depths of failure,

Seeds of greatness can still grow.

Believe in the strength within you,

Rekindle the fire that once burned bright,

For failures are but fleeting shadows,

That can't extinguish your inner light.

So, rise and rise high,

With newfound courage, spread your wings,

For failures are mere illusions,

In the grand tapestry life brings.

Staring at the ceiling,

Another day has gone by,

But now the soul knows its purpose,

And the flame of hope shall never die.