Penny for a Poem

Tired, Dark and Beautiful

I'm tired, a weary soul, of battles fought, beyond control.
Each day a climb, a painful strife, to find some joy in this lonely life.
I'm tired, of smiles that hide the emptiness I hold inside.
A constant ache, a heavy weight, sealed by a cruel and twisted fate.
I'm tired, of feeling small, like nothing matters, not at all.
My efforts lost, my purpose blurred, a silent scream, forever unheard.
You made my home, a shadowed space, where light once danced with gentle grace.
A chilling darkness, cold and deep, where secrets lie and sorrows sleep.
You made my home, a place of fear, where joy is absent, year by year.
A hollow echo, in every room, sealed by a veil of constant gloom.
You made my home, a lonely cell, where hope has bid a last farewell. 
A frozen heart, a wounded soul, lost in a story yet untold.
And now I rise, with newfound might, toclaim the beauty from the night.
To show you hues you couldn't see, the hidden worth that lives in me.
And now I rise, to paint with stars, to break the chains and shatter bars.
To find the strength, to rise above, and fill my world with radiant love.
And now I rise, to make you see, the vibrant depths that dwell in me.
The strength I found, the peace I claim, to rise above this endless game.
I'll make you see, the beauty there, within the shadows, I repair.
The gentle glow, the silent grace, I'll find my light in this dark place.
I'll make you see, the strength within, to heal the wounds, where pain has been.
To rise above, to find my way, and greet the dawn of a brighter day.
I'll make you see, the power I hold, a story waiting to unfold.
That darkness births a stronger light, to chase away the endless night.