The night was long,
The fall was deep,
I lost myself,
I learned to weep.
But even sorrow has its end,
Even broken hearts can mend.
The dawn arrived on quiet feet,
A whisper soft,
A light so sweet.
Not all at once,
Not in a rush,
But in the smallest spark of trust.
Author's Note*
Rising doesn't happen in an instant. It begins in the quiet momentsâthe ones where you choose to believe in something beyond the pain. It's not about forgetting the fall, but about finding the strength to stand again.