So Stressed

In the chaos of life, where shadows entwine,

A heart beats rapidly, lost in the grind.

Mountains of pressure, high walls of despair,

Each moment a struggle, gasping for air.

Thoughts swirl like storms, in a tempest they dance,

A fragile composure, just one more chance.

Threads of exhaustion pull tight at the seams,

Drowning in worries, forsaking my dreams.

Eyes brim with tears, a river set free,

Washing away burdens that weigh down on me.

Each drop tells a story, a silent release,

In the depths of this grief, I seek out my peace.

Yet in this shedding, there’s strength to be found,

For tears are not weakness, but rather profound.

Like rain to the earth, they nourish the soul,

To break and to heal—becoming once whole.

So let the tears flow, let them wash me anew,

In the midst of the storm, I’ll find my own view.

For after the darkness, the dawn shall arise,

And through every struggle, I’ll learn to be wise.