Interlude

There were days I stumbled, fell deep in the storm,

Failures stacked high, like thorns they were born.

Mistakes were my teachers, though the lessons were rough,

Each scar on my soul made me tougher, more tough.

I thought of quitting, letting dreams fade to dust,

When hope felt distant, and faith seemed unjust.

But IRETI whispered, like a voice in the night,

"Keep going," it said, "you will still find the light."

Through every defeat, I rose from the pain,

Each setback a blessing that sharpened my aim.