In the depths of despair, a voice did cry, A whisper in the night, a tear in the eye,
"Can I give up?" the soul did sigh, In this dark hour, with no reply.
Yet, a distant voice in the heart did say, "Don't surrender, not today,
For within you, there's a way, To find the light and make it stay."
The writer, consumed by sorrow's tide, Felt helpless, nowhere left to hide,
In a world of grief far and wide, Seeking solace, where demons bide.
Heavy thoughts like shadows loom, Oppressive, fears within the room,
Is it the past that seals their doom, Or the pain that smothers like a tomb?
"I may have triggered it," they weep, To feel a trigger, a secret they keep,
Yet, in their heart, the promise to keep, To conquer despair, from its grip, leap.
A question lingers, haunting the mind, "Why is everything so hard to find?
Why can't I leave the past behind? In these moments, why must I bind?"
One word echoes, clear and bold, "Unfair," they whisper, stories untold,
In the shadows of despair, they're enrolled, A battle with darkness, a tale of old.
Yes, it's unfair, the writer knows, As the weight of sadness grows,
But within them, a resilient rose, In the face of struggle, it still shows.
They say to themselves, in the midst of strife, "I love myself, and I love this life,
Through the battle, through the strife, I'll find the strength to end the endless fight."
-Danyel