Bridges you build can break,
Bows you've tied can unravel with a single snip.
Masterpieces you've carved can shatter,
And colors you've painted can vanish in one careless splash.

Have you ever thought of that?
Never…

Not until you walked that path barefoot,
With shards pressing deep into your skin—
And no one there to hear you,
Each step carving the lesson into your being.

Even stars can die.
Their light flickers, then fades into nothing.
That truth might’ve sent a tremor through your soul,
And sometimes, your hands bury your gaze.
But you can’t pretend you’re not wet
When you’re already in the rain.

But still… we’ve all come this far—
And we’re still walking,
Like dusk that follows dawn,
Like the bright blue sky after a storm.

And at the end of the day,
It’s you, standing at the edge of the road—
Waiting for yourself to reach into your own arms.
Because  after all
you didn’t choose to fall—
And you always rose, even on your own.