Whispers of the soul

Life's a battle, hard and long,

We strive to be better, to right the wrong.

Yet each day's weight is hard to bear,

And moments of ease feel rare, unfair.

If ease should come, I'd fret, not cheer,

For struggles define the path we steer.

Each heart has battles, silent, unseen,

A war within where hope has been.

I tell myself, "You'll make it through,

Each problem has a solution too."

But as the days grow heavy and cold,

Belief is harder to grasp, to hold.

It feels like quicksand, pulling me deep,

As my weary mind begins to seep.

No hands can save me, no rope to lend,

For the fight seems endless, without an end.

And deep inside, there's peace I seek,

A silent void where I can't speak.

You may call it selfish, this desire to rest,

But to me, it's warmth, a gentle caress.

You'd say, "It's a phase, this too shall fade,"

But it feels eternal, this pain I've weighed.

I've fought so long, my spirit worn thin,

With no more strength to begin again.

Death, you fear, but I see it clear,

A calm embrace, a release from here.

To you, it's cold, a bitter end,

But to me, it's warmth, a welcoming friend.

So if I drift, just let me go,

To find the peace I've longed to know.

Not madness, not weakness, just weary and tired,

A soul burned out, its light expired.

Still, I'm sorry for the pain I'd leave,

For the hearts that hurt, the ones that grieve.

But know that in that quiet space,

I'd find my rest, my final grace.