The Proof of Mistakes

We are made of cracks and courage,  

stitched together by lessons in falling.  

The ground remembers every missed step,  

welcoming the stumble as a friend.  

No map is drawn with certain hands,  

ink spills to mark the unknown places.  

The first wrong note hums to remind—  

the song begins where fear once paused.  

Mistakes carve wisdom into soft stone,  

shaping edges sharper, softer, true.  

They are bruises that bloom into blueprints,  

a guide to navigate uncharted dreams.  

To try is to wear uncertainty like armor,  

to hold failure in palms like an offering.  

Because triumph tastes like risk untethered,  

like the daring leap into "what if."