All things fall—leaves hopes even borrowed dreams;
the world breaks us gently in ways unseen
We wish we could leap beyond the hurt somehow
but falling is what teaches the ground of now
No rewind reclaims the innocence we once wore
no fast-forward opens tomorrow’s door
Yet what we keep after the falling is real:
courage tenderness the will to heal
The heart gathers fragments others overlook
binding them softly like pages of an unread book
Bruised we rise—unsteady but allowed—
to trust the strength that lives in the now
And the truth we discover in every bow
is that broken things teach us how