Struggling Poem by Lisa Stewart

In the depths of a battle, internally waged,
Lies a soul tethered by troubles, engaged.
Caught in a tempest of doubt and despair,
Searching for breath in a suffocating air.

Walls close in with a stifling grace, Each day a maze, each step a race. Struggling to rise, to find the light,
In the darkest hours of endless night.

Hope, a flicker, faint and shy,
Eludes the grasp, as time slips by.
With every heartbeat's stubborn pound,
A reminder of the strength that's found.

The climb is steep, the journey long, Chasing echoes of an ancient song.
A melody of resilience, whispered low,
Carrying through winds that blow.

For in the struggle, there lies a chance, To rewrite the script, to advance.
To turn the pain into a forge,
Where steel of spirit can emerge.

So carry on, brave heart, fight through,
The darkest path you ever knew.
For beyond the night, the dawn awaits,
Where struggles end and hope reinstates.