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Within the chambers of each heart,
Lie fears that subtly tear apart.
They lurk in shadows, ever near,
Whispering doubts into every ear.
Each soul, a canvas, pale and vast,
With brushstrokes of terrors past.
From childhood's ghost to age's dread,
These fears weave tales inside our head.
In quiet moments, they arise,
Masquerading in truth's disguise.
They clutch at nerves, and souls entwine,
In a dance both cruel and malign.
The fear of loss, the sting of regret,
The paths not taken, memories beset.
Each pang, each tremor, deeply sown,
Echoes of battles, silently known.
Yet in this vast expanse of night,
A glimmer of hope, however slight.
For every fear that seeks to bind,
Strength and courage, we can find.
Remember this, when shadows play,
On the canvas of your soul, so gray.
For even in depths of darkest strife,
Fears can be conquered, with the blade of life.

Description

Within the chambers of each heart,
Lie fears that subtly tear apart.
They lurk in shadows, ever near,
Whispering doubts into every ear.
Each soul, a canvas, pale and vast,
With brushstrokes of terrors past.
From childhood's ghost to age's dread,
These fears weave tales inside our head.
In quiet moments, they arise,
Masquerading in truth's disguise.
They clutch at nerves, and souls entwine,
In a dance both cruel and malign.
The fear of loss, the sting of regret,
The paths not taken, memories beset.
Each pang, each tremor, deeply sown,
Echoes of battles, silently known.
Yet in this vast expanse of night,
A glimmer of hope, however slight.
For every fear that seeks to bind,
Strength and courage, we can find.
Remember this, when shadows play,
On the canvas of your soul, so gray.
For even in depths of darkest strife,
Fears can be conquered, with the blade of life.