Night expands like ink in water
slow, dark, unstoppable
my ceiling collects my doubts
and projects them like films
each worry becomes a shadow
that grows teeth in the silence
I listen to my heartbeat
counting it like fragile truth
sometimes fear has no shape
just a weight on the ribs
the room feels too still
thoughts race too loudly
but I breathe in slow courage
the kind that does not boast
I remind myself of morning
how it always returns
softening everything I feared
I rest inside that promise
knowing darkness is temporary
and I will rise again.
December, 2025
