In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Echoes of worry weave a tangled thread,
Chasing shadows in a relentless bind,
Where peace once tread, now anxiety has spread.

Through the weight of unyielding thoughts,
A heart battles with invisible chains,
Seeking solace in moments caught,
Yet, the storm inside remains.

The world outside moves in gentle sway,
While inside, a tempest brews unseen,
Longing for calm in the light of day,
Yet trapped in a whirl of what might have been.

But even in the darkest embrace of night,
Hope whispers softly, a gentle guide,
Promising dawn with its tender light,
A reminder that storms, too, subside.