Inhale Hope, Exhale Doubt
The air you breathe, it isn't all it seems,
Not just the oxygen that fuels your waking dreams.
It carries whispers, doubts that fill your head,
A constant murmur, a voice that's often said,
"You're not enough," it hisses, cold and sly,
"You'll never reach your goals, just give it up and die."
It wraps around your throat, a tightening snare,
The air you breathe becomes a burden hard to bear.
But wait, a pause, a space to take a stand,
Is this the voice that truly guides your hand?
Feel deep within, a fire starts to glow,
A wellspring of resistance, where your true self can grow.
The air you breathe can carry hope as well,
The scent of possibility, a story hearts can tell.
It whispers courage, with each gentle breeze,
The strength to rise above, and find the path that frees.
Let go of doubt, exhale the negativity's sting,
Embrace the air of dreams, where inspiration takes wing.
For in each breath you take, a choice resides,
To drown in shadows, or where hope confides.
So fill your lungs with purpose, let ambition rise,
The air you breathe can hold the strength to reach the skies.
Don't let it drown you, this essential tide,
Embrace the good, the bad, and open wide.
You are the captain, navigating every breath,
Choose wisely, traveler, and defy the voice of death.
For in the air you breathe, a power lies unseen,
The strength to conquer doubt, to make your future keen.
Copyright ©
Joel Hawksley
|