in the quiet  
   of your mind’s  
      cacophony—  
   where shadows play  
         and whispers weave  
      a tapestry of  
         fears and dreams,  
         (you are not alone)  
you are the  
   garden  
      of chaos,  
   wildflowers blooming  
      in the cracks of  
         your heart’s  
      pavement,  
   each petal a  
      brave  
         echo of  
            you  

let the voices sing  
   their strange melodies,  
      (not monsters,  
         but echoes)  
   and the highs and lows  
      are just the  
         waves  
   of your  
      vast  
         ocean soul—  
   rise and fall,  
      flow and breathe,  
         you are  
            living art,  
   a beautiful  
         (messy)  
      dance of  
   light and shadow  

so gather the stars,  
   weave them into  
      your thoughts,  
   (you are the night’s  
      tender guardian)  
and let the world  
   hold you—  
      fragile,  
         fierce,  
      a constellation  
         of  
   everything you are.