Confidence booming? Sun in full strength

A warm glow, a quiet mind. Sun’s hand, a gentle kind? It speaks of self, a steady core. We seek worth, forevermore. Can stars give strength, a true belief? Or, just the seeds, that we receive?

A gentle light, a path to see. Not a harsh glare, but softly free. Self-find’s journey, a quiet quest. Purpose blooms, within our breast. Conviction’s voice, a gentle sound. From deep within, we’re firmly bound.

But strength is frail, doubts take hold. Fear’s shadow, makes our stories cold. The world demands, we all agree. Sun’s light dims, we cannot see. We build spaces, where truth can be. Our true selves, set our spirits free.

Self-speak’s not always a grand show. A quiet word, a gentle flow. A steady gaze, a truth we own. Our worth we see, and stand alone. Our gifts we give, our place we find. Inherent value, for humankind.

Sun’s pulse flows, then ebbs away. Some days, its power, lights our way. Other days, a gentle hum. Strength resides, where we become. Within us all, a quiet might. A gentle flame, burns ever bright.

We seek truth, a self-made art. Stars align, or play a part? Groundedness comes, in life’s hard fight. Clarity’s moment, pure and bright. Belonging’s found, in our own light. We embrace self, with all our might.