I woke from a deep sleep.
I believed the nightmare would never end.
The reality of it taking my breath even as I wake.
Where do I turn, what does this mean?
Questioning the worth of my existence.
Every. Single. Doubt.
Weighing on the broken pieces of my spirit.
Drowning in the rain,
Praying my jagged edges are smoothed away.
-AH C.B.