Whispers of the Soul

Anxiety

Chasing Shadows

In the corners of the room, they stretch and they sway,
Dark silhouettes lurking, refusing to play.
Flickering figures that dance in the night,
Shadows of worry that blur in the light.

They whisper like secrets, just beyond reach,
A haunting reminder of lessons they teach.
With each fleeting heartbeat, they slip through my grasp,
Ethereal phantoms in a treacherous clasp.

I chase after whispers, but they're always a step,
Elusive and ghostly, in a world I inept.
They linger in silence, they swell with my breath,
Cloaked in my thoughts, a reminder of death.

Each shadow a question, a what-if untold,
A fog of uncertainty, insidious and cold.
They flit through the hallways, they whisper my name,
A cacophony of fears that stoke the same flame.

Outside, in the sunlight, they scatter like dust,
But in the twilight hours, they cling to my trust.
I reach for the day, but they pull me away,
In the dusk of my heart, they insist on their stay.

I grasp at the edges, I stumble and fall,
Chasing their forms as they stretch on the wall.
Yet, within the shadows, a flicker shines bright,
A glimmer of hope in the depths of the night.

For shadows may linger, but they can't hold my soul,
With each step I take, I reclaim what is whole.
Though they dance in the darkness, I'll learn how to see,
That light can break through, setting my spirit free.

So I'll chase not in fear, but with courage in hand,
With each stride I take, I'll learn to withstand.
For shadows may whisper, but I'll rise with the dawn,
Chasing away the darkness, for I am reborn.