In the quiet chambers of your soul,
Where shadows of doubt begin to creep,
You find yourself your fiercest foe,
A battle waged in the silence deep.
The mind, it weaves a tangled thread,
Of fears and fables, old and worn,
Yet you, dear heart, are more than dread,
A spark of light in the breaking morn.
Why seek the worst in every turn,
When all you need is to believe?
In the mirror, let kindness burn,
A gentle grace you can receive.
Rest now, weary traveller, rest,
Release the weight of thoughts unkind,
For in the stillness, you are blessed,
With clearer sight, with peace of mind.
Breathe in the dawn, the sky's embrace,
Breathe out the burdens, let them go,
Save space for dreams that softly trace,
The path where only love will grow.
You are not lost, nor are you weak,
You are the strength within the storm,
So breathe, my love, and let life speak,
In every breath, a world reborn.