By: Victoria Thobejane
I'm a flame that's fueled by doubt's cold stare,
Burning brighter with each judgment cast.
The winds of opinion may try to snare,
But my fire rages on, forever vast.
Like a diamond formed under pressure's might,
I'm shaped by the gaze of critical eyes.
The facets of my soul, cut and polished bright,
Reflect the light of my unyielding rise.
In the mirror's glare, I see what's unseen,
A reflection of the hearts that behold.
The judgments they cast, a distorted sheen,
But I rise above, my spirit unfold.
Through the whispers of "not enough" and "too much",
I'm driven to create, to prove, to be.
For in the fire of doubt, I find my touch,
And forge a path that's uniquely me.