In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance and whispers bind,
A storm brews fierce, yet silent still,
A battle fought against the will.

The echoes of a thousand fears,
Resound like thunder in the ears,
Each thought a tempest, wild and free,
In the labyrinth of sanity.

Yet in the darkness, light appears,
A flicker of hope to quell the tears,
With courage as a guiding star,
To mend the wounds, to heal the scar.

So hold the light within your hand,
And walk the path where shadows stand,
For in the journey, strength you’ll find,
To calm the storm within the mind.