Poem I wrote about overcoming failure or pain, it could go either way.

Dust

We all fall.

Some feel defeated.

Some will never be the same.

The strong ones will rise again.

They will wipe off the dust.

Wipe off failure, brokenness, hurt.

Not accept the prejudice, murmurs, and rumors of others.

They will wipe off the dust.

They will not let fear keep them from trying again.

Wipe off fear, self-loathing.

Take one more step, one more try.

The strong ones will rise again.