Where can I turn for peace, Where is my grounding,
When my doomscrolling fails to hide my pain?
When I've a pounding head and fake surroundings,
I make myself some tea, steeping mundane.
Where, when progress is lost, when I need guidance,
Where when darkness surrounds me, where can I turn?
I hold my deck of cards, there I find balance,
In their symbols and suits, hope I discern.
When anger burns inside at the injustice,
When helpless fury coils deep in my soul,
When hope's last flickering flame is swallowed by blackness,
I nurture candle's breath, making me whole.