Here's a poem for REDD! Wishing you a happy recovery via this villanelle, which is mainly about hanging tough during hard times

My main goals (since it's a freaking villanelle) were to convey that within the villanelle format. Hope it's not TOO grim, but it's about hard times.
When You Cannot Be More
No, she will never choose to be dead
not when the Devil shows at the door,
She will seek love, truth and peace instead.
When the monsters raise their angry heads;
suffering
throws bodies to the floor,
no, she will never choose to be dead.
Her limbs are encased in heavy lead,
she cannot imagine holding more
she will seek love, truth and peace instead.
Death with his sickle burns flaming red,
with sharp claws that tear, rip, hurt, and score.
No, she will never choose to be dead.
This emptiness can never be fed—
no prophecies help; nor ancient lore.
She will seek love, truth and peace instead.
Her body lies so still on the bed;
the hollowness bleeds, like endless war.
But she will never choose to be dead,
She will seek love, truth and peace instead.