Holding back

Symphony of Desolation

In the shadows of the soul, where darkness weaves its tale,
A symphony of sorrow, where hearts and hopes derail.
Beneath the weight of silence, where words are left unsaid,
Lies the realm of sadness, where dreams are touched with dread.

Anxiety, a phantom, whispers in the quietude,
A tempest in the mind, a storm that can't be subdued.
Restless, like a captive bird with clipped wings,
It dances with uncertainty, a puppet pulled by unseen strings.

Depression, a heavy cloak, wraps around the weary heart,
A ghostly shroud that lingers, tearing dreams apart.
In the garden of the mind, where flowers once did bloom,
Now wilted petals fall, as joy retreats to gloom.

A canvas painted with the hues of a somber night,
Where tears become the palette, in shades of muted light.
Each drop a silent echo of a soul in quiet pain,
Lost in the labyrinth of thoughts, struggling to break the chain.

Yet, in this tapestry of sorrow, a glimmer may be found,
A thread of resilience, quietly holding ground.
For even in the darkest hours, when the world feels cold,
There's a strength within, a story yet untold.

So let the tears fall like rain, washing the wounds within,
A cleansing of the spirit, a process to begin.
In the cocoon of despair, where butterflies are born,
Hope may yet emerge, on wings of a new morn.

For the heart, though heavy, carries a flame,
A flicker of courage that refuses to be tamed.
In the symphony of sadness, an anthem may arise,
A melody of healing, lifting the spirit to the skies.
                                                                                        WM

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