In the mirror’s gaze, reflections fade,
Whispering tales of silent doubt,
A shadowed figure, afraid to wade,
In waters where dreams are cast out.

Silent echoes of voices within,
Speak of mountains too steep to climb,
In the heart, a storm does begin,
As the clock ticks away its time.

The stars above seem far from reach,
Their light dimmed by clouds of fear,
Lessons life has yet to teach,
Of paths unseen, so unclear.

Yet in the night, a flicker remains,
A courage born from whispered dreams,
In the heart, breaking the chains,
Finding strength in tender seams.