Belief

Belief is the thing that holds me together
when the world feels heavy and uncertain.

It’s not a loud shout or a sudden flash,
it’s a quiet, steady voice inside me
that refuses to give up.

There are days when doubt wraps around me tight,
when I question if I’m good enough,
if I’m going the right way,
or if all this effort even matters.

But belief pushes through that noise.
It reminds me of the times I’ve overcome before,
the strength I didn’t know I had,
and the dreams I still want to chase.

Belief isn’t about being perfect or having all the answers.
It’s about trusting myself even when I’m scared,
choosing hope when it’s easier to give up,
and showing up again, day after day.

Sometimes belief feels fragile,
like it could break at any moment.
But I hold on to it anyway,
because without it, I’d be lost.

Belief is my quiet rebellion against fear,
my promise to keep growing, learning, and trying.

It’s the light I follow,
even when the path is dark.

And that is enough for me.

Blessed.