In the quiet chambers of the mind,
Where whispers echo soft and low,
A battle wages, undefined,
Silent screams, a hidden woe.

Through tangled thoughts, a maze of fear,
The heart seeks solace, a gentle light,
Yet shadows linger, always near,
In the depths of endless night.

The world outside may never see,
The chaos masked by practiced grace,
Yet within, the storm runs free,
A haunting dance, a relentless chase.

But courage blooms amidst the pain,
A fragile hope begins to rise,
For every storm will wane and wane,
And give way to clearer skies.