In weariness, I find my breath,
A heavy heart, not proud of self.
Insecurity whispers of death,
Yet I stand firm, a dusty shelf.

Obedience is my silent plea,
Patience, the cloak I wrap around.
Death's not the end; it cannot be,
For scars can heal on battlegrounds.

So hush now death, your whispers cease,
My mind shall bloom with kindness' lease.
I won't give up; for me, I'll fight,
To turn this dark into my light.

Semarang, 21 Februari 2024