A fragile soul, a heart of glass
easily shattered, by life's harsh pass
a whispered doubt, a shadowed fear
a constant question, "Am I enough, dear?".

In the mirror's gaze, a stranger's stare
a reflection of self-doubt, beyond repair
a criticism's sting, a comparison's weight,
a feeling of inadequacy, that's hard to abate.

Like autumn leaves, my confidence falls
a rustling whisper, that echoes through it all
a search for validation, a craving for praise
a desperate longing, to fill the empty spaces.

but still I search, for a sense of peace
a calm within, that the world can't release
a reminder that I'm enough, just as I am
a love that's unconditional, and not based on a plan.

So I'll hold on tight, to this fragile heart
and remind it daily, that we'll never be apart
from the love that's within, that shines like a light Guiding me
through darkness, and into the night.