Fleeting Hope, Lingering Pain

In the depths of despair, a shadow resides,
Whispers of doubt, where my heart abides.
Why do good things slip away from my reach,
Leaving my soul wounded, unable to preach?

I dare not dream, for fear of the fall,
Every success, a fleeting, cruel call.
A cycle of loss and heartache, it seems,
Leaving me broken, adrift in my dreams.

I feel unworthy of joy, of love, of light,
As if all good things will vanish from sight.
But within me, a voice cries out to believe,
That there's hope beyond what I perceive.

I must confront the darkness, the pain, the strife,
Embrace the shadows that haunt my life.
For even in sorrow, there's a flicker of flame,
A promise of healing, of release from shame.

So I'll cling to the hope, despite the despair,
And trust that my heart will learn how to repair.
Though setbacks may come, I'll rise from the dust,
For I am deserving of love, of joy, of trust.