In the quiet hours, where shadows creep,
I find a weight too heavy to keep.
The world spins on, but I stand still,
Climbing a mountain, against my will.
Sadness drips like rain from the sky,
Each tear a question of "how" and "why."
A heart too tired, a soul too frayed,
Lost in the echoes of dreams that fade.
Stress wraps tight, a vine on my chest,
A thousand worries, no time to rest.
Each thought a thread that pulls me down,
In a sea of fears, I slowly drown.
The higher I get, the lower I sink
I can't drown my fear, it knows how to swim.
But somewhere, deep in this heavy haze,
A flicker of hope, a distant blaze.
And though I stumble, though I fall,
I’ll rise again, I’ll face it all.
By CoryDory
