Whispers of the Soul

Anxiety

Silenced Thoughts

In the depths of my mind, a tempest brews,
Words swirl and dance, but I can't find the cues.
Each thought is a whisper, a flickering flame,
Yearning for voice, yet they hide just the same.

The heart beats a rhythm, a frantic parade,
While silence engulfs what I wish to cascade.
I try to unravel the knots in my chest,
But the echoes of worry drown out all the rest.

I reach for the language, the phrases to share,
Yet the air thickens, heavy with despair.
Thoughts tangle like vines, too wild to untwine,
Each syllable falters, a shadow of mine.

Frustration like thunder, it rumbles within,
A battle of longing to speak and to spin.
I see the reflection of feelings so clear,
But when it comes time, the words disappear.

A dance of the tongue, caught in a snare,
Each moment I falter, the silence lays bare.
What if they won't understand what I mean?
What if my truths are too messy, unseen?

So I smile through chaos, a mask I create,
But beneath lies a river, a torrent of weight.
The stories are tangled, yet longing to flow,
To break through the silence, to let the heart show.

In the stillness, I ponder, I write in the dark,
Tracing the outlines of thoughts that leave a mark.
With ink as my ally, I'll set them free,
In the hopes that my voice will one day find me.

For even in silence, a spark can ignite,
A journey of courage, through shadows to light.
And though I may stumble, my heart will persist,
To speak of the battles, the fears that exist.

So I gather my strength, breathe deep, and prepare,
To whisper my truth in the open air.
With each fragile syllable, I'll slowly reclaim,
The power of language, and break free from shame.