In the quiet hours of the night,
When silence wraps the world tight,
A tempest brews within the soul,
Anxiety’s whispers take their toll.
Thoughts like shadows, dart and weave,
In the corners of the mind they cleave,
Restless echoes, loud and clear,
Filling the heart with nameless fear.
A dance of worries, endless, vast,
Futures feared, and doubts amassed,
Yet in the dawn, hope finds a way,
Guiding the soul to a brighter day.
Through the storm, strength is found,
In every heartbeat, a steady sound,
Embrace the light, let courage rise,
And chase away the anxious skies.