Poem: "It's Not How We Fall"

It's Not How We Fall

By: Eve Estelle

Forgive yourself and fellows,

When footing has been lost;

One's fall from grace is torment,

The second has a cost;

Of flesh and blood you still remain,

Yet own your every err;

Accept the past you cannot change,

Confess that you were there;

Set right the things that tend to slip

Post-stumble, fall, or break;

Mend the wounds with loving hands,

That none are left to ache;

Lucid men are forged in fire,

Adepts are those who learn --

Without trial, sans blunder,

Success is not of our concern;

Decay takes to dusty wings,

But is down truly ever out?

Arise, for failure comes to those,

Only those, who sit and lie in doubt;

Forthward.