In the depths of silent night, shadows dance and sway,
Whispers echo through the dark, guiding fears astray.
Hearts pound with silent screams, unseen, unknown,
In the mind, a storm brews, where peace once shone.

The dawn breaks with weary eyes, solace still out of sight,
Heavy thoughts and restless dreams, lingering from the night.
Through the haze of waking hours, anxiety’s grip holds tight,
Each step a battle, each breath a fight.

Seeking comfort in the light, yet shadows still remain,
A constant whisper in the ear, a never-ending chain.
Hope flickers like a fragile flame, in the wind’s cruel game,
Courage finds its voice, though fear tries to reclaim.

In the quiet moments, strength begins to grow,
Through the cracks of doubt and fear, a resilient spirit shows.
Embracing each new day, with a heart that’s learned to cope,
For in the face of anxiety, there lies an enduring hope.