When the Mind Learns to Breathe

Anxiety walks beside me like a restless wind,

Whispering questions with no clear end.

Depression sits heavy, a quiet night,

Dimming the colors, softening the light.

Yet life keeps moving, step by step,

Through tangled thoughts and shallow breaths.

I learn that storms don’t own the sky,

They pass, even when they make me cry.

Some days I fall, some days I stand,

Both are part of being human.

I trace small joys in simple things—

A morning sun, a bird that sings.

Healing is not a straight, clear road,

But every breath lightens the load.

I walk forward, broken yet brave,

Learning how deeply a heart can save.