Nighttime

[lifemovingfwd]

Nights are the hardest.  I lay in my bed and the loneliness creeps in like a silent thief.  It steals my rest, leaves me staring into the darkness, wishing for a sleep that will not end.

This feeling at night is why I let the hope live inside me.  Hope is powerful.  Hope combined with love, capable of overcoming anything in creation.  Defeating

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[myra_musing]

I really feel for you and believe that I understand the kind of loneliness you are experiencing. Holding on to hope can be necessary to get by, even if the object of your hope is ultimately never realized. For the time being, it's what you need to believe in just a little as you keep moving on.

*HUGS*