Penny for a Poem

Heavy

In the depths where shadows creep and linger, a battle rages on with a weary finger. 
Each day feels heavy, like a storm-tossed fight, In a world that dims even the faintest light. 
I've climbed the mountains, faced the storms of despair, yet each step forward feels like gasping for air. 
The walls close in, the darkness draws near, every whispered hope drowned out by fear. 
I've wielded my heart like a sword sharp and bright, but it falters against the encroaching night. 
With every scar earned and tear I have shed, I wonder if courage is better left unsaid. 
The echoes of battles fought weigh on my soul, and I question the meaning of striving for whole. 
Is the fight for tomorrow worth the pain of today? 
Or do I surrender, let shadows have sway? 
But deep in the quiet, a flicker remains, though I am tired, I will not retreat, for maybe the end will bring something sweet. 
Through the long, dark passages, I'll carve out my path, and discover the light born from aftermath.