Knock! Knock!

Doubt may knock with a whisper thin,

A shadowed voice that creeps within.

Its fingers tap, its echoes sway,

A plea for dreams to drift away.

But at the door, a vision stands,

A lantern held in steady hands.

Its flame defies the stormy night,

A beacon fierce, a guiding light.

"Belief," it says, "is all you need,

To plant the roots, to grow the seed.

Though doubt may howl, though fear may roar,

It cannot cross this steadfast door."

For every knock, a choice is made—

To stand, to rise, to be unafraid.

And as the threshold greets the morn,

Belief unlocks a world reborn.