1.
Mount again the horse that threw you—
bury your doubt in the mire of the ordinary.
Let its harness bells scream your name
until even the wind forgets to stop you.
2.
Wear your scars like unwritten sonnets.
Let the ache of uncertainty in your veins
be the torch that burns through silence.
3.
Do not beg time for forgiveness—
poetry kneels only in the temple of solitude.
Stand firm. Tell your reflection:
\"Humiliation is the echo of small men,
but introspection—the axe that splits the dark.\"