In the quiet depths of your soul,
Where doubt and fear may sometimes stroll,
There lies a spark, a gentle flame,
A power strong, without a name.

It whispers softly, "You are more
Than every stumble, every door
That once was closed. Now take your stand,
And mold your dreams with steady hand."

Your heart beats with a steady grace,
The world reflects what's in your face.
So lift your chin, embrace the light,
For you were born to scale great heights.

In every flaw, a beauty hides,
In every tear, your strength resides.
The path ahead is yours to claim,
Walk it boldly, free from shame.

Let no one dim the glow you bear,
For self-belief is always there.
Stand tall, let your spirit gleam,
You are the maker of your dream.


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