I have stumbled and not fallen,
I have tripped and yet remain firm.
I have clasped the hand next to me when needed and turned towards.
I have seen the darkness and not stayed.
Even when the light is still a bit too bright.
The days I've crawled were forward still, no matter the pace.
I stand, I walk, I trip, I crawl, I raise myself once again and shine.
--Vera J., Adult