The Darkest Nights

Darkest nights came when weight crushed hope. Tiredness soul-deep, loneliness absolute. People I thought cared disappeared. Felt small, insignificant---creations like Heartspeak and Thoughts distant memories.

Depression turned the world grayscale. Wanted to surrender, to make it all end. Irony burned: finally choosing life fully, only to be handed stage 4. Still, I love those who left. Always will.

In the abyss, dreams stirred stubborn anchors. A lucid realm mirrored my pain, yet called me forward. Waking, intention burned: beat this cancer, become the best version of myself despite everything lost. Abandonment hurt, but it won't define the end. Dreams showed me rebuilt---stronger, wiser.

The road is brutal, tiredness endless, but I choose to walk it. For the love that endures, for the creations that outlive me, for the self I'm forging in the fire.