In the quiet shadows of my mind,
Emotions rise like the morning tide,
A symphony of whispers, soft yet bold,
Stories of love, fear, and dreams untold.
The storm of anger, fierce and wild,
Crashes through like a tempest’s child,
Yet in its wake, a calm does follow,
A fragile peace, both deep and hollow.
Joy bursts forth in radiant light,
A golden dawn breaking the night,
Its warmth spreads wide, touching all,
Making even the darkest spirits fall.
In the end, when silence reigns,
Emotions linger, leaving stains,
A tapestry woven, rich and bright,
The colors of my soul, in endless flight.