Silent Journey

Who says I'm weak, that I'm worn and tired?

I just need space—some peace desired.

The weight that lingers on my mind,

I must let go, leave it behind.

I walk a path where light breaks through,

Where dreams are born in shades anew.

Where time itself begins to weave,

New songs of hope for hearts to breathe.

I pause beneath the moon’s embrace,

To gather calm, to slow my pace.

And drape upon my weary soul,

The silver night to make me whole.