In the quiet moments, a gentle breeze
Whispers secrets of serene skies,
Yet in the heart, the tempest seethes,
A turmoil that no calm defies.
Days of light where laughter reigns,
Sunlit paths and joyous cries,
But shadows creep with darkened chains,
As the spirit silently sighs.
The pendulum swings, relentless and raw,
From peaks of joy to valleys deep,
A dance of balance, natureâs law,
In dreams and waking, peace and weep.
Understanding hides within the storm,
An enigma of the human mind,
Bipolar worlds in constant form,
Seeking solace, hope to find.