Facing The Fear Poem by Dhruvikumari Sharma

In the quiet hours, fear takes its hold,
A whispering shadow, a story untold.
I've walked this path, six years long,
But now I wonder, was I ever strong?

The books are open, pages are bare,
Yet my mind drifts to a distant stare.
Was it the time I lost, or the fear I face?
Or is it just the weight of this endless race?

I've stumbled through years, one by one,
But now it feels like I'm coming undone.
Is it my ADHD pulling me away?
Or is it fear that keeps me at bay?

I'm scared to discover, deep in my heart,
That maybe I wasn't enough from the start—
To be a doctor, to heal, to mend.
What if this dream was doomed in the end?

I'm terrified of the truth I might find,
That the real battle is within my own mind.
If I don't pass, will it be the end?
Or just a bend in the road, a chance to mend?

I fear the world, I fear their gaze,
But most of all, I fear these days—
When doubt creeps in, when hope is thin,
And I wonder if I'll ever win.

But still, I stand on this fragile ground,
With all my fears circling around.
And though I'm scared, though the road is tough,
I'll face the truth, whether I'm enough.

For in the end, it's not just a test,
But the courage to fight, to give it my best.
And if I fall, if I stumble and break,
At least I'll know it's for my own sake.

So here I am, scared but here,
Facing my fear, facing my future.
Whatever comes, whatever may be,
I'll keep going. I'll keep being me.