A lone ranger, I am sometimes.
A bulldozer, I am not.
A trailblazer, I am often.
A sluggish snail, I am sometimes.
A terrified, discouraged failure I deem myself often.
Oh, yet in all this, I still grab on and hold tight to hope.
I now know that, though I rise and keep falling, I won’t give up.
For the beauty of it, is that, as I fall, I rise again and again.
I rise despite the fall.
I rise in spite of the fall.
I rise because of the fall.
Thanks to the fall, I rise higher and stronger!