Stifling whispers wrap tight, unseen, A paralyzing grip, where life has been. Shadowy figures, sneaky, sly, Piercing cold beneath a heavy sky.
Malaise settles in with a sickly hue, Eroding the spirit, once vibrant, true. Tidal shifts of fear rise, relentless tide, Unbalanced steps, nowhere to hide.
Jittery heart, a restless drum, Impatience beckons for solace to come. Undermining thoughts erode the soul, Exhausted, sickly, longing to feel whole.
But through the cracks of this heavy shroud, A light appears, steady and proud. The tide recedes, the cold abates, Hope renews where despair once waits.
Recovery whispers, “You are strong, The shadows fade; you do belong.” From stifling binds, a breath is drawn, A brighter tomorrow, a healing dawn.