Beneath the smile, a storm may brew,
A silent war no one else knew.
Yet through the clouds, the sun does peek,
In fragile hearts, we find the meek.

A breath, a pause, a moment still,
To climb a mountain by sheer will.
For though the mind may sometimes stray,
Hope whispers, “You will find your way.”

In shadows cast by unseen doubt,
The quiet strength, we can’t live without.
In each small step, in every fall,
We rise again, standing tall.

So let your heart with patience mend,
And know this path is not the end.
For mental health is not a race,
But finding light in your own space.