The Quiet battle

Inside my mind, a storm will start,

No thunder heard, yet shakes my heart.

I smile so wide, but deep within,

A thousand wars I cannot win.

Some days I float, some days I fall,

The weight unseen, yet feels so tall.

I breathe, I break, I try, I mend,

The pain’s a teacher, not the end.

To heal is slow, to rest is brave,

To ask for help – the soul you save.

The sun returns, though clouds will stay,

And light will find its gentle way.