Journey towards hope - Original poem

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The fire within, it burns so bright,
A burdened soul, seeking flight
Away from pain, away from strife
Yearning for a different kind of life

Without the needles' sting, the numbing,
the shocks and tremors; a new thing,
A life where hope and love abide,
Where thoughts of suicide subside.

Yet still the fire rages on,
A battle fought but never gone,
A war within, a constant fight
For a glimmer of hope, for the light.

The fire is both friend and foe,
A warmth that soothes, a flame that grows;
It burns with an intensity so great
That it threatens to seal one's fate.

But deep within, a light still gleams
A spark of hope, a flicker of dreams;
The fire may rage, but hope survives
And with it, a chance for a new life.

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The fire is both friend and foe

Nice verse! 🙂🌈

Thank you for stopping by and sharing your feedback! 😊

A life where hope and love abide,
Where thoughts of suicide subside.

This part made me remember a difficult time in the year 2021. I felt no hope and no love. Only depression and anxiety consumed me and made me want to end my life then and there. But reading that line, it made me think, if hope and love were to exist that time, I would've not experienced that pain and regret of wanting to die.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Sometimes we find hope and love in the most unexpected times or places, usually they find us, cause by that time we've all given up on them.

Keep writing your poetries here, its beautiful. :)

The war is indeed a constant fight but within is a gleams of light. Your poem speaks life, a wonderful one there

If everything in life would be in a straight line, without ups and downs, perhaps we won't be able to appreciate it at its true value.

That's true