𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮 - a collection of poems, vol. I

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

In the depths of our minds, where chaos resides,
Lies a force that torments, a tempest that hides.
Its name is stress, an unwelcome guest,
That robs us of peace, disrupting our rest.

It creeps in stealthily, like a silent thief,
Inflicting its anguish, causing us grief.
With every breath we take, it tightens its grip,
Like tangled vines around our soul, it strips.

It whispers in our ears, with a venomous tone,
Filling our thoughts with worries unknown.
It magnifies problems, distorting our view,
Blurring the path we once thought we knew.

In sleepless nights, it haunts our dreams,
Unleashing its power in relentless streams.
It paints our world with shades of gray,
As joy and tranquility slowly decay.

Yet amidst the turmoil, a glimmer remains,
A resilience within, where strength sustains.
For stress, though formidable, can be conquered,
With courage, perseverance, we're unencumbered.

We seek solace in moments, simple and pure,
A gentle breeze, a song, a friend's allure.
We find respite in laughter, in love's embrace,
And gradually, stress begins to erase.

We learn to breathe deeply, to let go and release,
To find balance within, and grant ourselves peace.
For stress, though it lingers, need not define,
The essence of our being, our spirit's design.

So let us face the challenges that life may bring,
With resilience and grace, we'll rise and sing.
For stress, though formidable, can be overcome,
With a steadfast heart, our battles are won.

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