Memories emerge from the darkness of the night becoming one with my soul like the rivers that flow into the sea. These hours before dawn are like a cold rain pounding into my heart. Grief lifts for a moment, then returns to consume my spirit, assaulting my senses. With the depths of my courage wounded, I am rising and falling in a sea of sorrow. my life filled with more grief than most can bear. I search of a miracle, hope merges with despair, is my destiny to lose all that I have ever loved. It is the hard cold hour I want to depart this misery.
Love and Peace