A Gentle Fight Within

In the quiet corners of my mind’s own space,

Where shadows dance and sometimes race,

There lies a storm, a restless sea,

A battle fought silently within me.

Thoughts like thunder, loud and fierce,

Clashing tempests with no clear pierce,

A whirlwind of emotion, high and low,

Tearing through my calm, causing ebb and flow.

Yet in this chaos, there’s a strength I find,

A flicker of hope, a resilient kind,

For every surge that pulls me deep,

There’s a promise that I’ll wake from sleep.

I learn to listen to the whispers soft,

To recognize when winds blow aloft,

And reach for anchors, steady and true,

A grounding breath, a moment anew.

Not every thought defines my worth,

Nor every mood dictates my birth,

Each sunrise brings a new refrain,

A chance to heal, to ease the pain.

So I fight with kindness, patience, grace,

Facing the storm, embracing the space,

Between the highs and lows I tread,

Knowing dawn will always follow night’s dread.

For within me burns a quiet fire,

A spirit brave, a soul entire,

And though the thoughts may roar and sway,

Hope whispers softly

I’ll find my way.