Simpler Than Gold, a poem by Nwafor Oji Awala
The shattered shards of dreams, once bright and bold, Lie scattered 'round, a story to unfold. Each fractured piece, a lesson learned with pain, A testament to battles fought in vain. The stumble, fall, the countless, whispered fears, The stifled cries, the drying, bitter tears. These echoes linger, whispers in the night, But strength emerges, bathed in morning light. For every misstep, every whispered doubt, A deeper root, a stronger spirit, brought about. The weight of failure, heavy on the soul, Turns into wisdom, making us whole. Each broken wing, a canvas for the sky, A chance to soar, to touch the passing sigh. The scars we bear, a map of journeys trod, A path to triumph, etched in lines of God. So let the past, with all its trials, bloom, A tapestry of strength, dispelling gloom. For in the depths of failures, we find grace, A rising sun, illuminating every face. The many falls, the lessons learned with grace, A symphony of strength, in time and space. The countless failures...
