It’s not in the falling that mettle is made;
stumbling is common, the price to be paid
for walking this earth, where the footing’s unsure –
tectonics keep shifting (and there is no cure!)
It’s found in the rising, the clutching at straws,
the reaching for freedom when clamped in life’s jaws,
the struggle to stand upon feet that are sore,
ascension dimension when strength is no more.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What a beautiful picture of perseverance you’ve painted, Melody, with both words and camera!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy!
I loved the opening lines, Melody! Thank you for helping us to get back up again!
Wow and WOW and WOW! This is one that should be titled with an Opus No.
*sigh* Balm to the poet’s soul…
Beautiful picture and wonderful poem.
.
Thank you so much! Thanks for your visits and encouragement. 🙂
Wow So Beautiful picture..nice
Thank you Margaret! 🙂