My mornings of sorrow
are shrouded in pain.
This “ideal” lifestyle
is crumbling into dust.
Hope is shattered.
Life has imploded
into the sands of time.
Tears like crystal ball snowflakes
fleck with happiness
twirling with the forces
of false emotion,
as myriad feelings
reflect on mirrors
dulled by pain
and the dust of age.
Empty household memories
fill my mind’s eye.
But tomorrow,
hope will peek through the clouds again,
and try to banish the bleakness
of this lonely existence.
Help me find the will to trust,
and believe in You again.
-Tanja Cilia, Prayables
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