In the quiet of the evening,
When shadows stretch long and deep,
I sat with my thoughts heavy,
A mountain too tall to leap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day had been a battle,
Every step a weary stride,
Each effort met with failure,
No solace found inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tried my best, I promise,
Pushed through the doubt and fear,
But every door I knocked on
Was closed, no answer near.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart sank like a stone,
Dreams shattered at my feet,
I felt the weight of failure,
A sorrow dark and complete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tears welled up unbidden,
A lump rose in my throat,
The sting of disappointment
Was all my efforts wrote.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I questioned my own worth,
Wondered why I even tried,
In the mirror saw a stranger,
With nowhere left to hide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But even in this darkness,
A whisper soft and true,
Reminded me of courage,
And the strength to start anew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see, Defeat may bruise and batter,
Leave scars upon your soul,
But it won’t steal your spirit,
Or the fire that makes you whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For in each moment of failure,
There’s a lesson to be learned,
A chance to rise and conquer the land,
With every corner turned and every pain bound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I’ll wipe away my tears,
Stand tall and face the night to overcome my fears,
For even in defeat,
I’ll find the strength to fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry Kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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