Analysis of Broken Crayons still Colour!!

I picked up my broken Crayon
With a heavy heart  tried coloring a hexagon

To my surprise it still did colour
The same color not a shade duller

I was taken aback and thought
It still had what I sought

Was it not the same with us?
We have actually not missed the bus.

We have the same fire within
We can turn tables and win

To fall and get up again is fine
To come out of the cloud and shine

People around you wait for your fall
Hell bent on proving you to be small

Don't be depressed that you have failed
Apprehensive your boat has not sailed

Get up and put up a fight
You still have all the might

Brush all the negativity aside
You still are the same inside.