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?


😊


Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo


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