The song of the storm

Beneath the ribs, a storm takes flight— A shadow humming through the night. It spins the heart like a wind-up toy, A restless clock that knows no joy. But listen close, oh tender friend: The breath you hold will softly mend. The air that dances, light and free, Can anchor waves in your stormy sea. When thoughts grow claws and doubts take root, Remember this—your courage is a flute. Each note you play, however small, Can make giants stumble, make mountains fall. For even stars, so vast and bright, Were born from chaos, shaped by night. You’ll bloom like dawn through cracks of fear— The bravest song the world will hear. So let the tempest rage and shout; You’ll learn its name and map it out. For every storm must bow to time, And every heartbeat builds a rhyme. ✨ Anxiety is but a guest— Take its hand, then let it rest. ✨