Her Journey - A series poem

In morning's light, where dawn's rays unfold,

A girl arose, with a plan to mold,

A side hustle born, with a burning fire,

To turn her passion, into a heart's desire.

She sat down, with a determined stride,

And began to work, with a focused pride.

But as the hours passed, with a steady pace,

Her mind began to wander, to a distant place,

What if this fails, and my dreams are lost?

What if I'm not good enough, and my skills are tost?

The doubts crept in, like a thief in the night,

And stole her focus, with a constant fight.

She tried to push, through the mental haze,

But the what-ifs lingered, like a nagging daze.

The sun dipped low, in a fiery glow,

As she struggled on, with a mind that would not know,

The what-ifs swirled, like a maddening storm,

And her focus waned, like a flickering form.

She tried to calm, her racing mind,

But the doubts persisted, like a constant grind.

And when the day was done, and the sun set low,

She rose from her chair, with a heavy heart to know,

That she had accomplished, so little that day,

And the what-ifs lingered, in a haunting way.

She wondered still, as the stars shone bright,

If her side hustle, was just a fleeting light.

And when she opened her eyes, once more,

She found herself, back in her own door,

The what-ifs, the doubts, just a distant hum,

A memory, or just a fleeting whim?

She wondered still, as the morning sun rose high,

If her journey, was just a passing sigh.