The stand before the fall,
Felt nothing much for me.
The fall and it's hurt,
Meant different things to me.
The fall consisted of hurt,
Adventure and confusion.
As I caught myself against a tree,
I tightened my grip.
I swayed in a motion that gave,
Into another fall still.
But the way I handled it,
Was the victory in the fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, Vera, Falling is not failing. I like the expression, victory in the fall, very much