Daily I rise to see the cracks in my being, trace them with steady hands.
Admitting fault is a cleansing tide, washing the grit from yesterday\'s sands.
Regret is a solemn visitor, not to stay, but to teach and then drift.
Gratitude blooms like wildflowers, blessings received are the earth\'s gift.
Each breath is a vow renewed, tomorrow’s canvas stretched wide.
In the soil of failure, seeds of better things sprout and abide.
Character built stone by stone, flaws polished beneath honest care.
The heart, though scarred, learns to sing with a song both humble and rare.
To err is the common man\'s burden; correction is the brave man’s art.
Every sorrow an altar where future joys may start.
Willingness lifts like morning mist, surrendering to light unseen.
We walk forward, arms outstretched, through the broken and the serene.