THE SCULPTOR’S SYMPHONY
In waves of feelings, crashing high,
A dance of mind and soul draws nigh.
Where intellect and heart collide,
Emotions surge, and reason hide.
A battle fought within my chest,
A hollow’s stage – my soul’s unrest.
Amidst the chaos, there I stand,
Ensnared by passion’s fervent hand.
Anxiety grips, it pulls me down,
Desires threaten me to drown.
Yet still I sail this stormy sea.
Guided by what hope may be.
A hidden fire begins to grow,
Ambition trembles, feelings flow.
A soul rebels against the strain,
Healing seeks to ease the pain.
With each new scar, a lesson learned,
For balance in the heart, is rightly earned.
Now standing bare for all to see,
In wounds and drama, wild ‘n’ free.
et in the storm, I will not break –
Resilience, for my soul’s own sake
In turmoil’s depths, I find my art,
And craft a masterpiece of heart.