Mucha

In the realm of doubt, Mucha stood alone,

His confidence a beacon, brightly shone.

Yet, in the whispers of uncertainty's groove,

He found a truth profound, a truth to prove.

Confidence, a cloak draped in self-assured air,

Mucha realized, was not the proof to bear.

In the crucible of doubt, a revelation unfurls,

Proof, the architect of confidence, it swirls.

No grand facade, no mere bravado's art,

But evidence substantial, a solid start.

In the crucible of doubt, Mucha discerned,

Proof's alchemy, where true confidence earned.

A journey embarked, a paradigm turned,

Mucha learned, and in wisdom, he burned.

For confidence, a phoenix from proof's ember,

It's the evidence that sparks a fearless temper.