In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
An unseen storm begins to cry.
The heart beats fast, the breath is thin,
As fear takes hold, it starts within.

The mind’s a maze, lost in the dark,
Each fleeting thought, a fleeting spark.
The hands do shake, the voice does break,
A silent scream, the soul does quake.

Through every hour, the night does grow,
With every fear, the doubts do sow.
Yet in the dawn, a light may rise,
To soothe the heart, to clear the skies.

So hold on tight, through storm and night,
For in the end, there comes the light.
Though anxiety may grip and bind,
Within the heart, true peace you’ll find.