In the quiet of the night, it softly calls,
A whisper in the shadows, a gentle fall.
It creeps upon the heart, a silent thief,
Stealing moments of peace, sowing grief.

In the gentle hum of morning’s early light,
Anxiety wraps its tendrils, holding tight.
A specter in the mind, it dances free,
Casting doubts like shadows on the sea.

With every breath, a battle unseen,
A war of thoughts in the space between.
Invisible chains that bind and confine,
Yet in the struggle, strength we find.

Through the storm, we learn to navigate,
Finding solace in the hands of fate.
In quiet moments, we reclaim our peace,
Learning to breathe, finding release.