We all wish to rise like the sun.
To be carried under the invisible wings of another,
With no doubts. No suspicion.
To shine a dazzling light on each day,
On even the Few who appreciate;
Your subtle rays exposed as the corner bends.
A glorious sight.
To fall without collision.
With The Moon as a protector as we rest
And The Stars as a guide to our personal North.
Knowing we must all rise and fall,
But will inevitably return back to the summit.
A changing cycle.
But, indeed,
We are not Lords of flight,
Who defy gravity to reach the unreachable.
We replace strength with weakness,
Faith with discouragement,
Deeds with faults.
We rise like soldiers,
Only to fall like common men.
But legends are made,
In those who rise against their flaws.
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