Bleakness

Sarah Doughty

“All I could do was hold on to hope,
no matter how bleak my situation.”

This is my undoing. When the night seems tondrag on for an eternity. When the moon hides her weary eyes. And when I try to keep myself in the here and now. Not back in time when the monster came for me in the dead of night. Not in a time where I felt helpless, and all I could do was hold on to hope, no matter how bleak my situation became. These nights, I sit in an uncomfortable silence and wait for morning to arrive. Even though I know I’m safe, my body refuses to acknowledge it. And thus, is my undoing.

© Sarah Doughty

In the never-ending night,
I wait.
And I hope.

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