I try to steer my life with care,
But find it slips through fingers bare.
The illusion of control I chase,
Yet find myself lost in empty space.
With every plan that falls apart,
I question life, I question heart.
I long for peace, for calm, for grace,
But in this struggle, I lose my place.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PoetryWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
