Poem: The Quiet Hours

In the still of the night, I find my space,
Where thoughts run wild in a calm embrace.
The world is sleeping, yet I’m awake,
Lost in my mind, decisions to make.

I overthink, but it’s not all bad,
Sometimes it’s the only time I’ve had,
To sort through the mess, to see it clear,
In the silence, I have no fear.

What if I failed? What if I succeed?
These questions grow like a planted seed.
The clock keeps ticking, but I don’t mind,
In the quiet, I’m not rushed, not confined.

I’ve come to love these hours so late,
When my thoughts are mine, no need to wait.
The world moves fast, but here I slow,
And in this stillness, I let it flow.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget these doubts,
But right now, it’s all that my mind’s about.
The silence speaks, I listen close,
It’s in the quiet, I find what I need most.