Worshipping Shadows

In the quiet corners of our minds,

where whispers of doubt weave their tangled threads,

fear stands like a sentinel,

a shadow that looms,

casting long silhouettes on our dreams.

It tells us we’re not enough,

that the echoes of our heartbeat

are just the sounds of failure,

that the light we carry is dim,

too fragile to illuminate the dark.

But listen

each doubt is a thief,

stealing the colors from our canvas,

turning vibrant visions into grayscale ghosts,

and we stand, frozen,

worshipping the problems,

bowing to the altar of “What if?”

as if the universe owes us an explanation.

But what if we turned our gaze inward?

What if we dared to dance with our fears,

to embrace the uncertainty,

to let it swirl around us like a storm,

and find the eye,

the calm at the center,

where courage breathes?

Fear is not a wall; it’s a door,

a passage to the unknown,

and doubt?

It’s just the echo of our own potential,

the reminder that we are alive,

that we are here,

that we are worthy of every breath,

every heartbeat,

every dream that dares to rise.

So let’s rise up,

not as victims of our thoughts,

but as warriors of our spirit,

shouting back at the shadows,

“Not today Satan!

You do not define me!

I am the author of my own story,

the architect of my own fate.”

We will paint our fears in bold strokes,

transform them into art,

turn the doubts into melodies,

and let the rhythm of our hearts

break the silence of despair.

We are not here to worship the problems,

but to dance with our truths,

to celebrate the chaos and the calm,

to embrace the messy, the beautiful,

the raw essence of being.

So let the world hear us,

let it feel our fire,

as we rise, unyielding,

with our heads held high,

knowing that doubt and fear

are but fleeting shadows,

and we?

We are the light.