Whispers of the Soul

Psychotic Disorder

Beyond the Fog

In the depths of the night, where shadows converge,
A thick veil of silence, a heavy surge.
The world is obscured, wrapped tight in despair,
A fog that envelops, too thick to compare.

Thoughts drift like wisps, elusive and frail,
In the heart of the storm, where whispers unveil.
Each step feels uncertain, a dance on thin air,
Yet within the confusion, there's still hope to repair.

I wander through memories, both distant and near,
The laughter and light that I long to revere.
As I push through the mist, a glimmer breaks free,
A flicker of warmth, an invitation to see.

With patience, I breathe, letting moments unfold,
Each heartbeat a whisper, each breath a tale told.
Through layers of fog, the sun starts to rise,
Painting the heavens with brilliant skies.

The edges grow clearer, the path starts to show,
A journey of healing, a chance to let go.
With each passing day, the darkness recedes,
Revealing the strength that within me still breeds.

I gather the fragments, the pieces of light,
And stitch them together, a quilt for the night.
The colors of hope weave through every seam,
Transforming the shadows into a dream.

As I walk through the fog, I embrace what I find,
The lessons of struggle, the heart that's aligned.
For beyond all the turmoil, a new dawn awaits,
A tapestry woven from love that creates.

I reach for the sunlight that breaks through the haze,
Grateful for moments that brighten the maze.
Though the journey is long, and the fog may still cling,
I know in my heart, a new song I will sing.

For beyond the fog lies a world yet to see,
A future unfolding, a chance to be free.
With each step I take, I reclaim who I am,
A spirit unbroken, like the soft morning calm.