In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Whispers of worry disturb my sleep.
Heartbeats race in the silent room,
Drowning in an invisible gloom.
Thoughts spiral in an endless chase,
A marathon in a confined space.
Breath catches, the chest grows tight,
Wrestling with an unseen fight.
The mind a battlefield, scars unseen,
A relentless storm, cruel and mean.
Hope flickers, a distant light,
Guiding through the darkest night.
Yet within this tempest, strength is born,
Resilience rises with each new morn.
For in the heart of anxiety’s grip,
Lies the power to heal, to mend, to flip.