The Beginning of the End

I want to quit.
Exhausted.
Sick.
Hurt.
Pain.
Tired.

Too much hinges on succeeding.
Free will exists.
I can quit.
But I refuse.

All this pain.
All this sorrow.
It has a reason.
I may have to help define it but it will not have been in vain.

I may hurt.
I may not understand.
But I will not be stopped.

This battle is not finished.
I will not leave it incomplete.
This will not end here.
Every ending is a new beginning.

This pain will be.
And it will not overcome.

Silly, oh so silly.