Hope Surrendered

Death, can you hear my constant cry? My spirit, burdened, falling in battles; I can no longer fight or fly.

I think now to a time of beauty, peace, and light, Though I remain unseen, all my problems cease their might.

I pause my words and reflect on what that means, As I retreat from hope and give up my dreams.

_{I should note that these are deeply provocative words, reflecting emotions experienced by thousands of people daily. I share this not because I am currently in such a crisis, but to shed light on these feelings and encourage understanding. If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out for help. In the U.S., you can call or text the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988, or visit 988lifeline.org for confidential support 24/7. You are not alone, and help is always available.}