Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Lies a heart burdened, silent and slow.
In the mirror’s gaze, reflections sway,
Haunted by fears that won’t fade away.
The world outside, a storm of eyes,
Judging whispers in the skies.
Every step, a cautious dance,
Seeking courage in a fleeting glance.
Shadows stretch with each rising sun,
A race with time that can’t be won.
In the quiet, doubts softly creep,
Stealing peace, disturbing sleep.
Yet in the heart’s quiet, hidden space,
Lies the strength to embrace grace.
For within the soul’s gentle light,
Resides the power to face the night.