Looking back at the year prior
Makes the road ahead seem daunting.
Taking apart the person I was,
The closest I can describe is passion.
A rekindling of a dying and tired flame, thus,
When the efforts did not bear
Sweeter fruits of labor
My spirit lay discouraged,
But not broken.
Today as I stand with my feet on set ground
I ensure my footfalls are confident and loud.
Failure is and has been a blessing
For the better of tomorrow.