Whispers of the Soul

Anxiety

The Ghosts of What-Ifs

In the dim-lit corners of a restless mind,
The ghosts of what-ifs drift, unconfined.
They linger like shadows in the silence of night,
Whispering doubts that steal away light.

"What if I stumble? What if I fall?
What if I'm nothing? What if I'm small?"
These specters of worry, they dance and they weave,
Spinning tales of dread, making it hard to believe.

They haunt the edges of dreams not yet dreamed,
Echoing fears in the spaces they've deemed.
"What if the road ahead is paved with despair?
What if the future holds nothing but air?"

With each passing moment, they tighten their grip,
A fog of uncertainty that threatens to slip
Into the daylight, where possibilities bloom,
Yet they stay cloaked in shadows, evoking the gloom.

I see their reflections in mirrors of doubt,
In the corners of visions, they quietly flout.
"What if I'm broken? What if I can't mend?
What if my story meets a bitter end?"

But sometimes a flicker of courage ignites,
A spark in the darkness that flickers and fights.
"What if I dare to step into the light?
What if I find strength in the heart of the night?"

These ghosts may linger, but I won't be their host,
I'll weave my own tale, let my spirit engross.
For within every what-if, a choice to reclaim,
The power to reshape what once felt like blame.

So I gather my courage, and I banish their fears,
Embracing the unknown, through laughter and tears.
For though the ghosts whisper, they can't hold me tight,
I'll dance with the what-ifs, and turn dark into light.