On the lonely road of existence,
Where shadows of disappointment stretch long,
There often comes a crushing moment,
When defeat sings its mournful song.
The echoes of our failed ventures,
Reverberate within the soul’s hollows,
Each stumble, each ungraceful fall,
A bitter pill that life compels us to swallow.
Yet, somewhere within this gloomy fog,
Lies a lesson, a narrative untold,
The silent tale of the fallen,
The saga of courage, bold and old.
For strength isn’t merely standing tall,
In the face of an unrelenting storm,
But in the rising, once again,
After a defeat, forlorn.
It is there, amidst the scattered ruins,
Where real resilience is found,
Not in the victories or the accolades,
But in the silence, profound.
It’s the spirit that endures the hardest hit,
And yet, decides to stay,
That forms the essence of strength,
And lights our winding way.
