The will to reassemble your your thoughts takes a tremendous amount of energy.
You struggle to maintain control over your emotions.
Every day the burden gets heavier; your agony greater; your heart darker.
At night alone in the darkness your eyes flow with might rivers of despair
You shudder in your pain; you cling to your hopes of a better tomorrow.
When morning finally rescues you from the torment of loneliness, you steel your determination and march bravely on. You are not willing to admit the dread you feel from the setting sun.
(Written by Amy E. McCoy 11-1-06)