"In the ink of night, I wield my pen, Balancing shadows with the light within. Negativity whispers, subtle and sly, But hope's gentle breeze lifts it high. Words dance on the page, a delicate chore, Embracing sorrow, yet seeking more. For in this balance, where darkness sighs, The heart finds solace, where truth lies. Through lines that weave like threads of fate, I navigate this human state. With pen in hand and soul alight, I write the dance of day and night. So let the ink flow, unbound and free, A canvas of emotions, for all to see. In every verse, in every line, Balance is found, and peace defined. ©twisha ray "