The echoes of defeat, a drum,…

The echoes of defeat, a drum,
My confidence, completely numb.
Each setback felt a fatal blow,
Leaving me stranded, sad, and low.
My voice, a murmur, soft and frail,
Lost in the tempest, on the gale.
The world moved on, with vibrant pace,
While I stood frozen, in this place.
But in the stillness, a gentle breeze,
Carries whispers through the trees.
A promise held, of inner might,
To reclaim my lost delight.
This patching up, a patient quest,
To put my weary soul to rest.
No fanfare now, no grand display,
Just courage found, to light the way.
The fissures mend, the cracks recede,
A steady strength, to plant a seed.