To Breathe

In the rush of life where shadows loom,

A symphony of chaos, an impending doom.

Stress, the silent storm that rages within,

A tempest of thoughts, a relentless din.

In the quiet of night, when all is still,

The mind races on, a perpetual drill.

A relentless tide, it ebbs and it flows,

As stress wraps its fingers, tight it bestows.

The weight on the shoulders, heavy to bear,

An invisible burden, a constant affair.

Tangled emotions, a web of unrest,

In the chambers of the heart, a pounding jest.

The hands of the clock, they mock and they taunt,

As deadlines approach, an unwavering haunt.

The world on fast forward, a relentless pace,

A never-ending marathon, a demanding race.

Yet, in the midst of chaos, a whispering voice,

A reminder that, amidst stress, we have a choice.

To breathe and to center, to find our own peace,

To let go of worry, to let the tensions release.

For stress is a tempest, but storms fade away,

And sunshine emerges after the gray.

In the tapestry of life, stress has its part,

Yet within its confines, resilience can start.

So, let the poem be a moment to reflect,

To pause and to breathe, to calmly introspect.

For in the canvas of stress, we find our own art,

A masterpiece of strength, a resilient heart.