Worthy

Am I worthy of the dreams I chase,

Or am I only losing pace?

Can I still become who I once knew,

Or was that person never true?

I reach for hope, but lose my hold,

My fire dims, my heart grows cold.

The voice that said, “You ll make it through,”

Now barely whispers, “Will you?”

I ask myself, night after night,

“Do I still have the strength to fight?”

But every answer fades from sight,

Like dying stars that once burned bright.

And maybe that’s what haunts me most

Not losing, but becoming a ghost

Of who I swore I would someday be,

Until even my dreams stop calling me.

So tell me aam I worthy still?

Can I climb this endless hill?

Or will I wake one day and find

I left my faith in me behind?