Failures

I used to fear them,
carry their weight like shame,
avoiding the mirrors they held up.

Each stumble felt like proof
I wasn’t enough,
each setback a whisper
that maybe I should stop.

But slowly,
I’ve learned something powerful,
failures aren’t the end,
they’re signposts,
teachers wrapped in tough love.

They've shown me
where to grow,
how to pivot,
when to pause,
and why resilience matters.

I’ve realized my failures
are not a reflection of who I am,
they’re steps toward who
I’m becoming.

So now,
I embrace them.
Not proudly, but gently,
understanding their purpose.

Because every failure
is proof I tried,
proof I’m brave enough
to get up
and try again.

Blessed.