This Is Not My Battle

In shadows cast, where dreams once soared,

"This is not what I was made for," cried the soul.

A symphony of hopes, now silenced and frayed,

Lost in the echoes of a life astray.

Through the labyrinth of doubt, I wonder,

Seeking the purpose I was destined to ponder.

In the tapestry of time, a thread unravels,

Yet within, a spark, a resilience that travels.

Whispers of a heart, aching to be free,

From the chains of doubt, seeking its decree.

Amidst the tempest, a flicker of light,

A silent rebellion against the dark of night.

For I am more than the echoes of despair,

Built for more than the burdens I bear.

In the crucible of trials, I find my core,

"This is not what I was made for" No more.

Through tears that cleanse, and storms that break,

A rebirth unfolds, an awakening to partake.

In the symphony of life, a melody to weave,

A soul reclaimed, ready to believe.