Shaky

On the edge of a trembling tide,
a shaky breath slips through the night—
leaves quiver like hesitant thoughts,
and shadows waver in pale moonlight.

A hand that falters on old railings,
a heart that beats with uncertain drum,
each step a whisper of doubt’s soft chant,
yet in the wobble, courage hums.

So let the world sway, let nerves unspool,
for in the shake we find our sway—
a fragile dance where strength is born,
and steadiness learns to sway.