In the quiet corners of my mind,
Thoughts race like shadows, unconfined,
A whirlwind of worries, a tempest of fears,
Echoes of darkness, rained down like tears.
Oh, to find solace in silence’s embrace,
Where the clamor subsides, and I find my place,
To hush the relentless, the loud, the unkind,
And weave a soft blanket for my troubled mind.
Each spiral of doubt, a relentless refrain,
I long to break free from this cycle of pain,
The weight of the world feels too heavy to bear,
In the silence, I crave, a breath of fresh air.
Yet whispers of anguish creep closer each day,
Tempting my spirit to drift far away,
But deep in my heart, there’s a flickering light,
A hope that can guide me back into the night.
I wish to feel whole, to cherish my skin,
To silence the chaos and let healing begin,
With each passing moment, I’ll learn to be free,
From the thorns of my mind, I’ll nurture a tree.
So I’ll gather my courage, each thought I’ll untwist,
And weave them in strength, a resilient fist,
For in the stillness, I’ll find my own song,
A melody gentle, where I know I belong.
If darkness should linger, I’ll reach out to the dawn,
Embracing the hope that helps carry me on,
For even in struggle, I hear whispers of grace,
In the tapestry woven, I’ll find my own space.