In the tangled web of restless minds,
Where echoes of pressure softly bind,
A storm brews quietly within the soul,
Seeking peace, yet losing control.
The weight of whispers, heavy and deep,
In silent hours, they softly creep,
Filling the heart with unseen fears,
A cascade of doubts, like falling tears.
Yet through the chaos, a gentle light,
A flicker of hope in the endless night,
Guiding the weary to calmer shores,
Where serenity waits behind open doors.
Embrace the stillness amidst the storm,
Let gentle whispers take new form,
For in the heart’s quiet, strength is found,
A silent promise of peace unbound.