A Whispered Fear
Negative thoughts, my constant cheer.
A mountain built of might-have-beens,
Casting shadows, dimming dreams.
The weight of failures, past and near,
Blurs the sunshine, whispers drear.
Each stumble stumbles hope anew,
A constant battle, lost from view.
But wait, a whisper in the storm,
A tiny voice, a heart half-warm.
"Is this the truth, this endless night?
Or can you find a flicker of light?"
Perhaps a shift, a gentler view,
To see the green, the morning dew.
A small success, a victory won,
A single step, the race begun.
For even mountains, vast and grand,
Were once just pebbles, in the sand.
So let us gather what remains,
And build anew, through sun and rains.
This fight is yours, and yours alone,
But know you're not here all alone.
With gentle hands, and steady pace,
You'll find your strength, and win this race.
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