My Darkest Hour

Ohhh! what pain, the agony I feel inside,
As if there is a pressure to let go of pride.

I hurt, I ache, Frustrated! from a  mysterious source,
This problem, Unfamiliar! sounds like a voice.

Maybe a chemical response or a foreign vibe,
My brain’s reaction that it too must survive.

I know…
At the end of every tunnel there beams a light,
But to reach its end, I must choose to fight.

When the years meet you face to face,
Victory came from the provision of grace.

How would I label it; just call it a name?
It is my darkest hour I feel the most pain.