Depths, where silence meets the mind, A wanderer roams, his thoughts a tangled skein. He searches deep within, a path to find, Through storm and strife, through loneliness and pain.

His heart, a battlefield of doubt and fear, Confronts the ghosts of past, of loss, of grief. With every step, the echoes draw near, In every shadow, he seeks relief.

But light, though faint, in distance yet does glow, A beacon for the weary, lost in night. It calls him forth, to face his inner foe, To conquer darkness with his inner light.

Through trials that test the strength of will and soul, He finds his voice, his purpose, his role. A journey not of miles, but of growth, To understand, to heal, to take control.

The silence breaks, the shadows start to fade, As wisdom, like a river, flows and fills. The wanderer, once lost, has found his way, His burden lightened by newfound skills.

In solitude, he found a crowd of thoughts, In silence, found the music of his heart. The search, it seems, was not for what was sought, But for the peace from knowing who thou art.