Inner Struggle

Unaware of what is there inside,
Busy hours keep me occupied,
But quiet moments weigh me down,
Revealing cracks I never found.
My fear took shape,
Unknowingly I invited troubles.
Quick fix made it worse,
Making the same mistake a hundred times.
Stability is the work of life.

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I fight to hold small issues tight,
Clinging to them with restless mind.
I feel discomfort inside,
It takes me a while to identify my pain.
Whatever I do anyway goes in vain,
Sadly I withdraw myself, left no choice.
Suddenly I realise what is most important in my life.
Every time I choose the same — inner peace is the main.
I happily let the other one win,
Feel stronger and light.
It is like a chain, I soon forget,
And do the same.

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Something bothers, one begins to talk—
not being comfortable in silence,
Or cannot manage to be myself?

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Over-explaining—
fear whispering beneath.
The ability to filter—
when to pause,
when to respond,
When to be simply quiet
and still be heard—
Are not the small victories,
but the silent treasures
of a growing soul.