El brillo de los elementos en la cabeza de una escritora dañada

Wind ~ Viento

What do you do when you feel like you're drifting away?
You're here but you're not really here.
Time doesn't stop it keeps moving leaving you in disarray,
As you feel like a scattered paper that can easily tear.

You grasp for a lifeline, but shadows hold sway,
Your thoughts like whispers, too faint to ensnare.
Moments pass by, each one a thread fray,
Weaving a tapestry of invisible care.

Yet within this chaos, a spark still may flare,
Reach for the fragments, let them be your guide.
A whisper of hope, a breath of fresh air,
Piece them together, and find strength inside.

Embrace the stillness, let your heart steer,
In the quiet and calm, your spirit can mend.
For even in drifting, a course can be clear,
And from this turmoil, a new journey will send.