Whirlwind
My mind spins in endless flight,
chased by shadows of self-doubt.
Love’s mirror feels unkind tonight,
each flaw a storm, my heart shouts.
I wish to rest where calm resides,
be free of the chaos within.
But winds of fear whisper, collide,
uncertainty sways where I begin.
Yet in the tempest, light may peek,
a flicker of hope through darkened skies.
With courage born from whispered dreams,
I dare to dance in the storm’s embrace.
For in the storm, my spirit gleams,
with every heartbeat, I rise, I face.
I entwine with my fears, redefined,
each tempest a sculptor of my grace.
I forge my path through roaring winds,
the tempest sings, a fierce lullaby of strength.
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