A lone flame flickers in the cavern of self,
Its warmth, a quiet promise,
Its light, a daring whisper:
There is more within you than shadows can claim.
Each breath we take is a rebellion,
A declaration against the pull of ease.
For who we are is forged not by comfort,
But by the fire of choices made in struggle.
The Struggle of Becoming
There are days when the mirror lies,
When doubt writes scripts across your heart.
You are not enough, it claims,
And yet—beneath the noise, you remain.
Struggles weave the fabric of strength,
Threads of failure, stitched to resolve.
With every step on uneven ground,
You prove: the climb is the making of you.
The Best Version of Self
The best self is not perfection,
But a soul relentless in its pursuit of truth.
It sheds the masks that beg for approval,
And stands bare, unafraid to be seen.
It knows:
There is power in falling,
Grace in rising again.
For every scar tells a story of resilience,
Every flaw, a testament to the beauty of realness.
One Life, Infinite Power
What is one life if not a canvas?
Each stroke, a choice to create or destroy.
Each moment, a chance to turn fear into flight.
You hold within you a quiet revolution,
A truth no storm can extinguish:
You are the painter, the poet, the maker of your destiny.
The struggle may bend you, but it will never break you.
The Call
Stand now, at the edge of all you’ve known.
Face the horizon, uncertain yet infinite.
Ask yourself: Will I play small,
Or will I rise, again and again?
For the power of one life is this:
It belongs only to you,
And it is yours to shape,
Into the masterpiece you dare to become.