When I Feel Low

A quiet poem about finding comfort in silence, music, and small moments of hope during heavy nights.

When I feel low, I close my eyes,

And let the quiet hush my cries.

I lie in bed, the lights turned down,

My thoughts the only things that drown.

When voices rise and scold or sting,

I let my songs begin to sing.

The music wraps around my chest,

And gives my aching heart some rest.

When fear arrives, I barely speak,

It whispers loud, my spirit weak.

But still I breathe, I softly pray,

That courage finds me one small day.

And when I cry, my pillow knows

It catches all my silent lows.

No words are said, no truths denied,

It stays with me each time I’ve cried.

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read this piece. This poem was written from a quiet and personal space, so I truly appreciate any thoughtful feedback—especially on emotional flow and clarity. Your insights mean a lot.