Cartoon by: Ivan Pasilan
Published by: Mherry Vhine Macalalag
Date Published: January 22, 2025
Time Published: 11:06 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: failure and the emotional journey of falling from a high position or expectation
I wonder what Lucifer felt—
cast from the skies, his crown torn away,
was it a fall or shame that he knew,
when being first was never true?
And what about Icarus in flight,
waxed wings melting from the light?
Did he accept the glaring sea below,
or grieve the sun he couldn’t know?
They taught us paths are straight and clean,
no wrong turns and no in-between.
Gold stars, ranks, each numbered step,
success mapped out, no margin left.
I climbed with scores held high and tight,
a golden name in perfect light.
Number one felt real like my own skin,
the shine of praise pulled me in.
The cheers fit easy like a practiced grin,
applause that felt like proof that I’d win.
I stood so sure I couldn’t fall—
until one loss let the doubt slip in.
They warned me then: don’t dare to fall,
don’t break the rank, don’t miss the call.
Because a fall is marked as shame,
and the failure wears the heavier name.
Now here I stand with no crown, no place,
just cracked applause in fading space.
Was it the fall, or what it meant—
That to fail is to fall from grace.
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