What am I worth, when told I’m nothing, bare,
I look like balloon, as if I’m filling with air,
My value questioned, when I seem to lack,
My mind replays, in whispers, all that’s black.
What’s the cost, when fear suggests the loss,
The battle lines are drawn, the shadows toss,
I must decide, between the dark and light,
Embrace the day, or fade into the night.
What’s the prize, when all is on the line,
With nothing left to lose, I realign, I yield,
let go, begin a journey long,
A path where strength is found in being strong.
What’s my goal, to give my all, no less,
To learn from battles, every wound, each mess,
To bear my scars, and let my guard descend,
Open my heart, and to the world, extend.
To speak with hope, so others too may find,
In triumph, strength, in success, a bind,
My image shifts, my vision’s crystal clear,
My eyes set on the finish line, no fear.
My heart is light, for giving’s what I do,
No more is needed, now, the world in view,
I share my journey, live out every dream,
And in this purpose, find my soul’s true gleam.