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.
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Very, VERY lovely. Trickling down the page almost like the sound my tea gives when I'm pouring our cups of tea which my brother calls calming to hear, this is gently rendered with wonderfully tasteful imagery and a clinging, haunting poignancy refusing to let the reader simply walk away. Thank you very much for sharing.
I absolutely love your title, it's quite genius, then each line, how to recognise one's inner self and accept each flaw how ever big or small, humans are complicated but reading this makes it seem all so understandable. A wonderful piece of poetry. 🌹
Beautiful words that tell of the human spirit in its daily journey Loved it
Nicely placed as a personal experience and not a lecture.
Great with insights on every line.
A fine list of attributes we all should aspire to. Well done.
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