You’re sitting in the darkest depths of grief
From tumbling down your once successful peak,
But as you stare the next rise, do it brief.
The journey back to prime is never bleak!
That first step—it cannot be compared with
The ever-winding, steeper trail after.
O glory path, why ludicrous as myth?
Yet you remain persistent to conquer!
To stumble and fall in this climb is rife
"It aches, it stings," marching in agony,
Your limbs are strained, and mind in dire strife
Still, you ascend from all adversity!
One’s triumph stems not from loathing nor guilt,
But from the strength your uphill battle built!
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