Doubt Kills More Dreams Than Failure Ever Will

In the quiet of the night, where dreams are spun,

A shadow looms, dark and cold, blocking the sun.

Whispers of “Can I?” float in the air,

Casting shadows on hopes, weaving despair.

Bright visions once clear, now blurred in mist,

By the icy touch of doubt’s cruel twist.

A dream, a spark, a heart's silent plea,

Crushed beneath what-ifs, never to be.

Failure’s a lesson, a step to ascend,

A path to learn, to grow, to mend.

But doubt, a thief, steals with no fight,

Stripping the soul of its radiant light.

Oh, what wonders lie beyond the veil,

Where courage prevails, and fears grow pale.

If only we'd dare, embrace the thrill,

For doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.

So rise, dear dreamer, shake off the chain,

Let your spirit soar, break free from the pain.

For in the realm of stars, where dreams ignite,

Doubt has no power, only hope’s pure light.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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