THE SILENCE OF FAILURE

Failure walks softly, not with sound, But weight that pull us down. It hides in shadow, cold and near, A mirror reflecting doubt and fear. Yet in its silence, seeds are sowns, Lesson whispered, truth unknown. The cracks it carves are not the end, But path where broken hearts can mend. For silence is not a final grave, But the storms that shapes the brave. It teaches the soul to rise again, Stronger from loss, wise from pain. So great it not with shame or gloom, But as a sculptor inside the room. For every falls, though sharp and deep, Is just the climb where courage sleep.