Silent gaze

In the silence of the mirror’s gaze,

I see a shadow, not quite whole,

A flicker of doubt in every phase,

A whisper that consumes the soul.

Every step I take, unsure,

Each word I speak, a question mark,

The fear that lingers, insecure,

A never-ending, silent arc.

Am I enough? The thought remains,

A cloud that darkens every sky,

In the depths of my own refrains,

I search for wings, yet cannot fly.

The world seems brighter, full of light,

Yet here I stand in twilight’s hue,

Chasing a dream, just out of sight,

Believing in a lesser view.

But in the quiet, there’s a spark,

A tiny flame that dares to grow,

A voice that whispers in the dark,

You are enough, more than you know.