In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispers of doubt and fear reside,
A seed of strength begins to grow,
Nurtured by the light inside.

The path of growth is never straight,
Twists and turns that test our will,
Each stumble, a step towards fate,
Building resilience, stronger still.

Through trials faced and lessons learned,
We shed the skin of yesteryears,
Embracing change, the tables turned,
We rise above our deepest fears.

And as the days turn into night,
We find a peace within our soul,
For self-growth is a constant fight,
Yet in the struggle, we are whole.