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.