My Fall Is Temporary

Once I fell to the ground and as the flames rose around me I thought everything was over, yet something inside me refused to fade, a small but stubborn spark whispering that falling is not the end, that every pain carries meaning and every darkness holds a threshold, and in that moment I understood that falling may be fate but staying down is a choice, so I chose differently, I learned to breathe within my ashes, I rose from my knees and stood again because my story is not written by my fall but by my rise...