Dear Energy, please help…

In the quietness, I feel the weight of my thoughts like sand in my lap, each grain a worry, a fear, a regret. I lay them down, and ask for stillness, for a moment's peace to understand the tides that pull me.

Sometimes everything feels like smoke, drifting away - a ghostly mist that refuses to settle. My heart beats with an aching doubt, questioning the path I'm on.

In the silence, my heart is a leaf unfolding, vulnerable to the whispers of memory. Softly, may the weight of what's past be set free, like autumn's rustle.

A quiet stream within me longs to be free, unshackled from the weight of doubts that cling. In the mirrored depths of my soul, I search for a flicker of clarity that shines like a dawn light.

In the quiet hours, I find myself drifting like sand in the ocean's current – smooth, yet constantly changing. My heart longs to anchor in moments of peace, where uncertainty becomes calm depths.