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.