Irresolute

Sometimes I question my aim

Not because I'm incapable,

But because it's a fact that

It's not the same,

I question myself about my future

Not in the fears of having no objective,

But because there's nothing else

Seems to be left that I hadn't tried,

We all have those moments,

We all have that silence of despair,

We all have our doubts bothering us,

We all have the worries that

Make us feel unprepared,

But as I ask myself,

I ask you to the same,

Is it always necessary to

Force ourselves into feeling worthless

When nothing works out?

Don't we all need a little support

From ourselves even when the world's against us?

Or,

Has it just become the norm to accept it all?

It is tough to be confident in ourselves

After multiple failures I know,

But aren't those trials the stepping stones

To get better at what we aimed for?

Do none of the efforts we make to succeed count?

Or

Is it always the wins that need to be cherished,

Not the hard work we put in our all for?