In the quiet corners of my mind, shadows dance and weave,
Silent whispers echo, a tapestry they conceive.
The weight of silence, heavy, yet unseen,
In this labyrinth of thoughts, I wander, keen.

Beneath the surface, where darkness often dwells,
An unseen battle rages, no tolling bells.
In the silent storms, I seek the light,
A fragile hope, shimmering, in the night.

With every breath, the struggle to break free,
From chains invisible, that bind me ceaselessly.
Yet in this solitude, a quiet strength I find,
A gentle reminder, I am not confined.

Through the shadows, I walk, step by step, slow,
Embracing the journey, wherever it may go.
For in this dance of light and dark, I learn to see,
That in the depths of struggle, lies a new harmony.