Peace Be Still My Broken Mind

She wandered the forest of her own mind, each step along the winding path echoing with memories and quiet revelations. The trees whispered secrets only she could hear, their branches tangled with dreams and doubts. Above, a white dove burst forth from the canopy of thought, its wings slicing through the mist like a promise of peace. Though her eyes remained closed, she saw everything—grief and grace, shadow and light—woven into the landscape of her soul. In that stillness, she became both the seeker and the sanctuary, a spirit in bloom beneath the weightless sky.