Writers 
Success
Success is not always a trumpet sound,
Or a crowd rising to call your name.
Sometimes it is waking after failure
And choosing to try again.
It is the quiet step taken in darkness,
The courage to walk when the road feels long,
The faith to keep building in silence
When nobody notices you are still strong.
Success is born in ordinary mornings,
In tired hands that refuse to quit,
In dreams protected from doubt and fear,
And in hearts that keep believing in it.
There will be days when nothing moves,
When your effort feels buried in dust,
When others seem miles ahead of you,
And all you have left is trust.
Still, keep going.
The seed beneath the soil looks lifeless,
Yet deep in the earth it prepares to rise.
The sun does not rush into morning,
Yet it always returns to the sky.
Your journey does not need their timing.
Your victory does not need their applause.
Some mountains are climbed in silence,
Some battles are won without a cause
for celebration until much later,
when you finally see how far you came.
Success is not only reaching the summit.
It is becoming stronger along the way.
It is learning from every closed door,
And finding another road each day.
So honour the little progress.
Respect the nights you survived.
Be proud of the times you nearly stopped
but somehow kept the dream alive.
And when success finally finds you,
May you remember the road you crossed,
The prayers, the tears, the waiting,
And everything the journey cost.
Because success is more than winning.
It is rising after falling,
believing after disappointment,
walking after weariness,
and becoming the person
who refused to give up.
