Beneath the heavy sky of endless thought,
Where worries whisper secrets in the night,
I find myself in battles never fought,
Against the shadows, yearning for the light.

Each fleeting moment, trapped within my mind,
A maze of fears that never find their end,
The echoes of ‘what if’s’ that intertwine,
In silent screams that no one can amend.

Yet hope, a fragile flower, still does bloom,
Amidst the storm of all-consuming dread,
It whispers softly, ‘Let go of the gloom,
And breathe the peace that lies just up ahead.’

For in the heart where shadows deeply play,
There lies a strength to face the darkest night,
To lift the veil of worry and dismay,
And find the dawn that brings a new day’s light.