(The Weightless Dawn)
Oh, anxious heart, so tight in its hold,
A whispering storm, both silent and bold.
It creeps like shadows before the light,
Stealing the peace from the depths of night.
It tells you stories carved in fear,
Echoes of doubt you should not hear.
It pulls you under, a swirling tide,
Yet strength still stirs from deep inside.
Breathe, dear soul, let stillness grow,
Like rivers learning where to flow.
Not every thought is yours to keep,
Let them rise, then let them sleep.
For you are not the weight you bear,
Not tangled worry, nor thin-worn air.
You are the sky, vast and wide,
Holding the storms, yet letting them glide.
Inhale the dawn, exhale the past,
Not every storm is meant to last.
Feel the earth beneath your feet,
Steady, solid, calm, complete.
The moon still glows, the stars still shine,
Hope is etched in every line.
And when the night feels far too long,
Know in your soul, you still belong.
So take each moment, slow and kind,
A love-lit path within your mind.
Anxiety fades, like mist at sea,
And in its place, you set yourself free.
