In shadows, whispers gently creep,
As thoughts in silence softly weep.
A dance of worries, endless flight,
In the quiet corners of the night.

The heart beats fast, a restless drum,
In chaos where the echoes hum.
A storm within, yet calm outside,
In the anxious waves, we ride.

Eyes that search for peace in vain,
In tangled webs of tender pain.
Seeking light in the darkened maze,
Lost in an ever-turning haze.

But still, the dawn will softly rise,
With gentle hope that never dies.
For even in the darkest hour,
Resilience blooms, a fragile flower.