In the corners of a quiet mind,
Where shadows dance and whispers bind,
A battle rages, unseen, unheard,
In the silence, uncertainty stirred.
Hesitation grips with iron claws,
Each breath a tremor, each thought a pause,
The mirror reflects a fractured view,
A canvas painted with shades of blue.
Days blur into an endless fight,
Wrestling demons that steal the light,
Yet amid the clouds, a flicker remains,
A hope that flickers, a spark that sustains.
With weary steps, I take the climb,
Navigating chaos, one breath at a time,
In moments of darkness, I long to believe,
That healing can bloom, and I can achieve.
So I gather the threads of courage and care,
Weaving a tapestry of strength laid bare,
For every struggle is a story to tell,
In the depths of the storm, I’ll learn to dwell.
With each small victory, a seed is sown,
In the garden of resilience, I find my own,
Though hesitation may linger, I rise and I fight,
For the dawn is a promise, bringing hope into light.
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