Learning To Walk, We All Do Stumble

It's never late to bow down and be humble,

Forget the idols, why prod the rubble?

The you, you knew, you shall not resemble,

As you hold what did shine through the bubble;

Draw a deep breath and hold still,

And you'll find that shadows can't kill.

Shake off the dust, don't fear redefinition,

Ember for misery is your trepidation;

Don't spur to heights the waves of regret,

Or find warmth in the cloak of perceived threat;

Some shells are, with time, to crumble,

Learning to walk, we all do stumble.