Resilient Hope (The Flame)

The thief that robs one of belief isn’t failure,
But worry that has soured into fear,
And though worry vies for my attention,
Fear finds no purchase here.

I have felt how fear can drown out belief,
Have felt hope’s light growing dim,
But I have learned to keep it close,
Like a burning flame within.

I hold my flame safe from the dampness of doubt,
Weary of skepticism and its blowing winds,
And as fear seems unable to find me,
My belief burns strong once again.