In the quiet hours of the night, shadows dance,
My heart beats a rhythm, a frantic trance,
The whispers of worry, they echo so loud,
In the stillness, they form a haunting crowd.

Every breath feels heavy, a weight on my chest,
Thoughts spiral endlessly, giving no rest,
I reach for calm in the chaos within,
But anxiety’s grip is relentless, akin.

The moonlight offers a gentle embrace,
Yet, my mind races, no tranquil place,
I yearn for solace, a break in the storm,
A sanctuary where peace is the norm.

Dawn approaches, a promise of light,
Dispelling shadows, easing the night,
With each new day, I gather my might,
To face the whispers, to stand and fight.