Set My Spirit Free

**Running on Empty**

No, I'm just tired, not from lack of sleep, but from a soul weighed down, a heart in shadows deep.

Drained from burdens carried, tangled in silent screams,

life has morphed to battles,

fading echoing dreams.

Each dawn feels like a war, my spirit caught in strife,

not certain of my footing,

where sorrow meets my life.

I grasp for fleeting whispers,

of hope amid despair,

yet feel the chill of emptiness that haunts me everywhere.

In the quiet,

I wonder,

are they proud of my fight?

For standing through the tempest,

for seeking shards of light.

Amidst the weight of silence,

I search for tranquil shores,

a place to breathe and linger,

where peace forever soars.

But now I wear a mask, pretending I am whole, longing for a moment's grace,

to mend this weary soul.

I jot these thoughts on paper,

a fragile,

silent plea

oh,

grant me strength to carry on,

and set my spirit free.