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A whisper in the shadows calls my name,
A voice of doubt, a flickering flame.
It tells me I'm small, my wings won't span,
But deep in my heart, I know I can.
The weight of fear, it presses tight,
A shroud that dims my inner light.
Yet within the storm, a spark ignites,
A steadfast will that fuels my fight.
Each step I take, though laced with care,
Builds bridges strong from thin air.
I stumble, I falter, but still, I climb,
Turning mountains of doubt to hills in time.
The mirror shows a face unsure,
Yet through the cracks, I find the cure.
A quiet voice begins to shout,
"You are enough; cast doubt out!"
So here I stand, the battle won,
A soul that shines like the morning sun.
For doubt may knock, but I’ve found my voice,
And in my worth, I now rejoice.