Drained

In the depths of my mind, a tempest does brew,

A whirlwind of worries, both old and anew.

Each heartbeat a hammer, each thought like a weight,

I’m tethered to shadows, entrapped by my fate.

My skin feels electric, a taut wire, a spark,

As the day stretches long, plunging deep into dark.

The clock ticks relentlessly, each second a tie,

Binding me tighter, as time slips on by.

My breath comes in gasps, a thief in the night,

Stealing calm moments, surrendering flight.

The layers of tension wrap round like a noose,

In this cycle of chaos, I find no excuse.

With every decision, a mountain appears,

Mountains of doubt, nurtured by fears.

The smile that’s painted feels fragile and thin,

A mask that conceals the turmoil within.

My muscles are burdened, they ache and respond,

To the weight of my thoughts, like a siren’s sweet song.

I move through the world, though my spirit feels frail,

In a race against time, I am bound to derail.

Yet, in the suffocating grip of this strain,

There flickers a whisper, a soft voice through pain.

“Pause for a moment,” it gently implores,

“To breathe in the stillness, to open some doors.”

So I close my weary eyes, shut out the loud,

And sink into silence, away from the crowd.

With each measured breath, I reclaim a lost piece,

A fragment of solace, a moment of peace.

I feel the ground steady beneath my fraught feet,

The pulse of the earth brings a rhythm so sweet.

For though stress may persist like an unwelcomed guest,

I am more than my burdens; I can rise from the rest.

So I gather my strength, piece together my core,

With resilience embedded, I’ll settle the score.

In honoring struggle, I bend, but I won’t break,

For beyond all the tension, there’s a world to awake.

I’ll embrace every challenge, let it mold me anew,

Transforming my anguish to something that’s true.

For in life’s swirling dance, both the high and the low,

I discover my power, and allow myself to grow.