5. Rising from the Ground
Falls are hard, the floor is cold
even broken moments have stories told.
Pain can teach a quiet way
to find the light inside the gray.
Slowly rising, unsure, awake
each step forward, courage takes.
Wide skies above, earth below
hope blooms quietly, soft and slow.
Could every fall just be a chance to grow?
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Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
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