Lost in the Haze

Scattered notes lay before her, Tension etched upon her brow. Juggling classes and heavy tasks, She’s lost sight of her own gifts somehow. Tears slip down, tracing paths of grief, On the pages where her dreams reside, Responsibilities press down like stone, And her spirit, weary, wants to hide. Each sob blurs the ink, a fading line, Ambitions tangled in a stormy mind, The weight of others’ hopes, a constant strain, A burden that she fights but cannot bind. Yet still, she presses on through every night, Through weary hours, and dimming spark, Finding strength in silent, gentle breaths, Knowing she’s capable, igniting the dark.