In the heart of darkness, I tread alone,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Each step a struggle, a silent moan,
Beneath the ever-watchful sky.

The weight of the world upon my back,
A burden heavy, a relentless foe,
Yet hope flickers in the pitch-black,
A beacon’s light in the night’s sorrow.

Every tear a testament to strength,
Each scar a story etched in flesh,
As days stretch on in endless length,
The spirit strives to rise afresh.

For in the struggle, life’s essence found,
In pain, the beauty of the fight,
Through trials, our souls are unbound,
Emerging stronger, into the light.