My mind won’t rest, it never sleeps,
It gathers shadows, it quietly weeps.
Every “what if” pulls me apart,
Every memory claws at my heart.
I drown in echoes I cannot still,
A storm that bends but breaks my will.
Yet somewhere inside, a soft voice pleads,
“Breathe, dear soul, release your needs.”
Even in the chaos, hope can stay,
A gentle light to guide my way.
It gathers shadows, it quietly weeps.
Every “what if” pulls me apart,
Every memory claws at my heart.
I drown in echoes I cannot still,
A storm that bends but breaks my will.
Yet somewhere inside, a soft voice pleads,
“Breathe, dear soul, release your needs.”
Even in the chaos, hope can stay,
A gentle light to guide my way.





