Paper Skyscraper

In a realm of whispers, where shadows conspire,
A paper skyscraper, trembling higher.
Impostor winds weave through corridors of doubt,
Lost in a maze, where self-worth's in drought.

Crumpled ambitions like discarded dreams,
Yet, fragile hopes in moonlit beams.
Each layer, a facade, a delicate charade,
In the city of echoes, where doubts cascade.

A maze of mirrors reflecting the unknown,
Footprints fading, a journey overthrown.
But within the folds of uncertainty's guise,
Resides the strength that quietly lies.

Paper walls may waver, but deep roots grow,
Amidst the doubts, a resilient glow.
In the hush of self-questioning, a truth unveiled,
The paper skyscraper, by courage, is scaled.

Through misted doubts and foggy regret,
A path emerges, not conquered, but met.
For within the labyrinth, an identity is found,
In the paper skyscraper, a resilient sound.

So, let the impostor winds whisper and fade,
In the tapestry of doubt, a new story is laid.
A journey through shadows, a metamorphosis rare,
The paper skyscraper stands, a testament to dare.