Shaping the Crazy

The Storm Will Pass
In the storm that brews within,
Anxiety’s grip, a haunting din.
Clouds of doubt and fear arise,
Yet I stand firm, I close my eyes.
Battles fought in silence deep,
In waking hours and troubled sleep.
But I know this storm will wane,
And peace will come to ease the pain.
Each wave of panic, each drop of dread,
I face with courage, though it’s unsaid.
The darkest thoughts must bow to light,
With every struggle, I gain new sight.
In the chaos, I find my core,
A strength I’ve never known before.
For every storm that haunts my mind,
I seek the calm, the peace to find.
I fight on, through unseen rain,
Knowing joy will come again.
The storm will pass, the skies will clear,
And in the calm, I’ll shed no tear.
For every battle, every fright,
Brings me closer to the light.
With hope as my enduring guide,
I’ll navigate, with grace and pride.
Brighter days are just ahead,
Where peace and dreams are gently spread.
I’ll rise above, the storm will fade,
And in the light, I’ll be remade.

-Christine Armstrong