In the stillness of the night, shadows creep,
Whispering fears that rob me of sleep.
Echoes of doubt, relentless and near,
Stirring the depths of my silent fear.
The weight of worry, a ceaseless tide,
Swells within, with nowhere to hide.
Each breath I take, a cautious plea,
To find some peace, to set me free.
Hands that tremble, heart that races,
Lost in a maze of familiar faces.
Thoughts entangled, a web so tight,
Seeking solace in the darkest night.
Yet in this storm, a light may gleam,
A fragile hope, a distant dream.
For even in the depths of anxiety’s hold,
There lies a strength, silent and bold.