Whispers Amidst the Storm

Tension heavy in the air,
my mind races, a relentless storm.
Small worries grow, taking shape and form.

Thoughts spiral out of control,
each breath quickens, a frantic drum,
Tension heavy in the air.

The weight of silence feels so loud,
lost in what-ifs that come and go,
my mind races, a relentless storm.

A shadow dances in the corner,
gripping tight, as doubts start to hum,
Small worries grow, taking shape and form.

But somewhere within, a whisper fights,
reminding me to breathe and stay calm,
Tension hangs heavy in the air.

MAD Missy 😠