You are bold,
You are confident,
You are strong,
You just have to believe.

Little mistakes speak volumes.
The volumes your heart aches when told.

Low self esteem eating deep,
You got no one.

The eyes staring at you,
They accusing you
Without words, you know.

My hands and legs,
Quivering like leafs.
I hate myself for my low self confidence.

We are the backbones,  
We care.  
For the sick, we stand and fight,  
Advocating day and night.

In the shadows of white coats,  
We follow their lead.  
Through tears and pain,  
We endure,  
Because the sick are our need.

In the turmoil of the wards,  
We calm the storm.  
We keep the hospital steady,  
In every form.

Though often overlooked,  
We are the silent core.  
The health sector's lifeblood,  
Its operating system and more.

The comfort of the sick—  
Our unwavering aim.  
Their well-being is our pride,  
And their healing, our claim.

They prayed for a miracle.
A miracle to restore their lost crown.

Fate smiled,
Answering with grace.

An Angel, they believed could heal their broken throne.

They placed their hopes on her wings.
The Angel eager to lift their spirits,
But beneath the weight, she trembled,
Feeling unworthy, fearing she might fall.

Only a miracle,
The Angel also prays,
To lift them high,
For this is her calling,
To make them royal once more.

Young soul waiting,
that undying passion.
It's sweet to the mind and heart.

Burning in the heart,
Love for one.

Stares deeply,
Waiting for that.
That, which could sweep her feet.
The love of that passion.

Crystal clear is the truth.
The giver of life,
Sits and tells
"I am the way"

Way to that passion
Only I
I am the Light
To ignite and sustain
This undying passion

Hopes glitter on her face.
He is mine to please.

Connection meant to be
But alas, only in your eyes

Certainty crept in
But you fought the fogs

Behold, " It is"
But swept by reality.

This has to end
No connection worth you
Fantasies of the reality
I prayed
But shocked

It was a lie
All along
Wells of my eyes
I will let out
But sealed

I AM DONE.

Believe
Word like mountain

"You are the one"
Believe

Staggering legs,
Dropping heart,
She had to stand

"You are the one"
She poured out

Constantly,
Minds battling
But
You are the one

He,
The potter blazes her core
"You are the one"

Which path?
Oh, which path!

The roller coaster of intuitions,
Leaning on opinions.
The rising sun, mind racing-
Which path?
The rooster shouts,
Stumbling into reality.

My decisions are shaky.
Leaning on opinions-
Which path?

Which path?
Out of the writings of others,
I chose.

My heart beats with hesitation
My decision slaps me intensely.

Where are they?
I chose from their writings.

Soul awakening
I'm in it.
This is it.

The path
I chose from others-

This path!