After the Fall (После падения)

From the floor I saw it clear: what was fake,
And what was real.
Not broken, not lost, just learning the cost.
Not ending, not done, just finding out who I've become.
After the fall,
I finally knew the version of me that the breaking broke through.
After the fall,
The ground was the start; you can't build what lasts without breaking apart.
After the fall, people talk about the climb.
No one mentions how you find yourself inside the deepest hole; that's where the real things grow.