In the stillness of morning,
a whisper stirs within me,
a shadow curling, tight and fragile,
wrapped in echoes of doubt,
where light barely grazes the surface,
and the heart hesitates,
caught in the tremors of uncertainty.

It is a challenge, unnamed,
a weight that molds the silence,
hesitant breaths rise and fall,
and the thoughts claw for freedom,
yet linger, like clouds before a storm,
heavy and looming,
blurring the horizon of resolve.

Where do I begin?
with the gnawing whispers of the mind,
that beckon to sift through the tangled weeds,
the thorns that dig into...