The fractured mirror, shards of self,…

The fractured mirror, shards of self,
Reflect a stranger, thin and pale.
The whispers start, a gnawing doubt,
"You're not enough," they loudly wail.
Each step a tremor, hesitant, slow,
Afraid to stumble, to fall so low.
The weight of failure, a heavy chain,
Dampening spirit, breeding pain.
But somewhere deep, a flicker ignites,
A stubborn ember, defying nights.
A memory stirs, of strength once known,
A seed of courage, to be re-sown.
Each tiny victory, a stone laid sure,
Building a pathway, strong and pure.
The mirror mends, with edges rough,
But clearer now, "I am enough."