Each stone we step forward reveals the flaws that linger near your heart and your mind’s own knowledge to bear
No task is harder than the task of finding your own mistake, turning inward not bouts of your own control
Facing the past and facing the world outside with judgement and contempt can take a while…
Those reflection of us are the things we’d rather not see and accept as it tangles faults that root within those hurts
We keep on wrestling to anger, to hurt, to envy, to selfishness and even fear that can’t even control
Those voice of doubts are the ones that hold us near to our own bitterness that always demands into silence…
Believing that you can, you can climb those steepest mountains even with a slower journey to lean on
But with the thought of upwards, we move often while wasting our fleeting breath to keep hoping
Molding yourself instead of molding others is like understanding their struggles as well, as they also have their own paths of their own…
These lessons are sometimes harsh and sometimes will teach us to blind; let them stumble down, even let them fall
This task is beyond our control as we fail to realize that our hands are also full with our own struggles and difficulties
Let these faults nurture us and teach us to grow our own, roots that can nurture as no else can shoulder our own burden as the work begins where we begin…
We’ll stumble yes, and fall apart
Each mistake is a lesson of art
No excuses but accountability
Transform a life we call our own
