In the stillness where silence reigns,
Whispers of doubt begin their flight,
The heart races without a reason,
In the quiet hours of the night.

A flicker of thoughts, tangled and wild,
Chasing peace yet miles away,
In the mind’s endless corridors,
Where echoes of worry stay.

Breath held tight like a fragile thread,
Tides of unease rise and fall,
Seeking solace in the chaos,
As shadows dance along the wall.

Yet in the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Softly, the night begins to fade,
Hope emerges with the morning light,
Guiding through the fear we’ve made.