Dear Energy, please help…

In the stillness of a stormy night, I find my way to a place of quiet understanding, not a refuge from the turmoil, but a space within it. There I see my pain, my uncertainty, and my doubts, all reflected in the turmoil outside like ripples on a lake.

A whispered echo in the darkness, my heart is a still pond on a windswept day. In this moment of turbulent thoughts, I find peace in the quiet ripples that pass over the surface, reminding me of the depth beneath that stays untroubled.

In the stillness of the ocean, where the depths meet the silence, I breathe in the weight of my own darkness. Let the undertows of shame wash over me, so I might finally acknowledge their hold.

In the quiet darkness, I hold a flame, a fragile spark within me. Guide its warmth, and help me breathe life into the shadows.

A river flows steadily yet is shaped by the depths it passes through. In its tranquil surfaces, I see the reflection of my own ebb and flow.

In the darkest moments, I feel like a ship lost in a stormy sea, frantically clinging to whatever debris I can find for hope. My heart is shattered into a thousand pieces, scattered across the ocean floor of my soul.