In the quiet corners of the night,
Where echoes of past errors linger,
I trace the outlines of my missteps,
Hoping to find wisdom in the shadows.

Mistakes, like whispered secrets,
Speak truths we often overlook,
Guiding us through the labyrinths,
To paths we dared not tread before.

In the tapestry of broken dreams,
Every thread tells a story of growth,
Of falling, rising, and moving on,
With newfound strength and clarity.

So let us embrace our flawed past,
With grace and open hearts,
For every error is a teacher,
And every lesson a step forward.