Thwere

In the realm of trials, Thwere stood strong,

A man of mettle, where courage belonged.

He gazed upon failure with unwavering stare,

Not a verdict of self but a lesson to bear.

"Failing, my friend, is not the end's decree,

It's a chapter within life's vast, swirling sea.

To stumble, to falter, is the human plight,

Yet within each setback, lies wisdom's light.

Distinguish the act from one's very essence,

For being a failure is a skewed presence.

A moment may crumble, dreams may be marred,

But in resilience, true strength is charred.

Through Thwere's eyes, a truth unveiled,

That failing's a journey, where growth is hailed.

Separate the misstep from one's true core,

And redemption blooms, forevermore."