Therapy Bits

In shadows deep where silence weaves its thread,

A weight I carry, heavy on my chest,

The colors fade, where once the brightness spread.

Each morning wakes, yet in my thoughts I tread,

The whispers pull, they haunt me, never rest,

In shadows deep where silence weaves its thread.

A dance of doubts fills every path I dread,

I search for light, but find it all compressed,

The colors fade, where once the brightness spread.

Hope flickers dim, a candle long since fed,

As echoes linger of a happier jest,

In shadows deep where silence weaves its thread.

I wear a mask, the smiles so finely bred,

Yet in the mirror’s gaze, I feel less blessed,

The colors fade, where once the brightness spread.

But still I fight, though oftentimes misled,

For even in the dark, there lies a quest,

In shadows deep where silence weaves its thread,

The colors fade, but still I seek the rest.