At Times, It Can Be Hard To Trust,
To Feel As Though You Are Not Enough.
Your Dreams, Like Ash, May Fall To Dust
When Faith In Self Feels Frail And Rough.
But Look Closely, Dear One,
At The Dawns Soft Light;
It Does Not Ask Permission To Glow.
The Sturdy Oak Stands Tall,
Never Doubting The Sway Of Windfall,
Or The Way That It’s Roots Will Grow.
You, Like Nature, Hold A Hidden Grace,
A Unique Brilliance, And Vibrant Hue.
No Mirror Can Truly Capture Your Essence,
Woven With Purpose, Strong And True.
More Than Enough, From Beginning To End,
Being Wonderfully And Powerfully You.