The struggle

In the recess of our minds


In the quietude of the night, the mind does weep,

A soul adrift in a sea so deep.

The weight of sorrow, heavy as lead,

Anxiety's whispers, filling the head.

Dark clouds loom over a heart so frail,

Invisible chains, like a ghostly veil.

A silent scream that no one can hear,

Invisible wounds, crystal clear.

Lost in a labyrinth of endless despair, Searching for light, but finding only air.

A heart once whole, now shattered into parts,

Holding on to the broken shards.

Through the darkness, a glimmer of hope,

A whispered promise to help us cope.

Strength arises from the depths within,

A battle fought, a fight to win.

So hold on tight, dear troubled soul,

You're not alone, you can be whole.

In the shadows of the mind, find your light,

And emerge from the darkness, shining bright.