“You’ll fail again,” says Doubt, “you always do.
The house will drown in chaos, left undone.
Your child will learn that weakness lives in you,
And curse the storms that blot out all their sun.”
Then Hope leans in: “But see their steady eyes—
They do not need perfection, only care.
Your love outshines the mess your mind denies,
And builds a strength no burden can impair.”
“You’re broken,” Doubt insists, “too weak to stay,
A fraud who hides behind a brittle smile.”
Yet Hope replies, “Your scars light up the way,
Each stumble teaches grace through every trial.”
Her heart, the battlefield where voices meet,
Still beats for love—and will not know defeat.
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Rebecca Daugherty
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