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(The Weightless Dawn)

Oh, anxious heart, so tight in its hold,

A whispering storm, both silent and bold.

It creeps like shadows before the light,

Stealing the peace from the depths of night.

It tells you stories carved in fear,

Echoes of doubt you should not hear.

It pulls you under, a swirling tide,

Yet strength still stirs from deep inside.

Breathe, dear soul, let stillness grow,

Like rivers learning where to flow.

Not every thought is yours to keep,

Let them rise, then let them sleep.

For you are not the weight you bear,

Not tangled worry, nor thin-worn air.

You are the sky, vast and wide,

Holding the storms, yet letting them glide.

Inhale the dawn, exhale the past,

Not every storm is meant to last.

Feel the earth beneath your feet,

Steady, solid, calm, complete.

The moon still glows, the stars still shine,

Hope is etched in every line.

And when the night feels far too long,

Know in your soul, you still belong.

So take each moment, slow and kind,

A love-lit path within your mind.

Anxiety fades, like mist at sea,

And in its place, you set yourself free.

Shattered shards of self, scattered in the silence,

Anxiety amplifies, adheres to every absence.

Doubts dance, depression deepens—a dire duet,

Trauma's tendrils tighten, twisting thoughts to threat.

Unwanted hands, unholy violation,

Trust torn, tattered—a soul's devastation.

Memories mangle, mutilate the mind,

Leaving scars unseen, sanity undermined.

Family's fists fall, words wound worse than blows,

Love's facade fades, fear furiously grows.

Home becomes hell, haven turned to horror,

Childhood choked by chaos, terror, and sorrow.

Fibrous pain flares, fierce and unforgiving,

Vertebrae curve, a visual of vicious living.

Balance betrays, brain baffled by motion,

Vertigo's vortex, a violent commotion.

Slumber slips away, sleep's sweet solace stolen,

Bones brittle, broken—body and spirit swollen.

Migraines march, merciless, through mind's maze,

Cluster strikes, crushing skull in crimson haze.

Eviction looms, a specter ever-present,

Streets once known now seem a sentence.

Childhood's cold corners, revisited in fear,

Adult homelessness—an unthinkable frontier.

Yet they say, "It's all in your head,"

Invalidation spreads, insidious as lead.

Gaslighting glows, gutting truth's ember,

Leaving only lies to remember.

Fur-friends, faithful lifelines in the lonely night,

One battles cancer—an unbeatable fight.

Isolation intensifies, abandonment aches anew,

As time ticks away, taking comfort, and hope too.