Better me

Upon awakening this morning,
I found myself burdened by a profound sense of despondency.
It was as if I existed solely
as a minuscule fragment within the vastness of this world,
rendering me insignificantly inconspicuous.

My self-worth, or rather lack thereof,
weighed heavily upon me,
serving as my most formidable obstacle.

I resembled a withering blossom,
feeble and feeble-minded,
as I languished in the sea of my own tears.

However, deep within the recesses of my soul,
I harbored the knowledge that I possess the capacity to flourish.

Should I muster the faith required to embrace my own potential,
I shall emancipate myself from the clutches of this perpetual gloom.
I shall ascend from the depths of darkness,
extending my reach towards the heavens above.

No longer shall I be compelled to conceal myself in the shadows,
for I shall metamorphose into a vibrant, resplendent blossom,
standing tall and resolute
shall no longer diminish my sense of self.