Efforts of evening

          The efforts of tears are exhausting. Oh how I
tried to drown my brain with tears. So grateful that
now I extremely worn down.

         Tomorrow is a new day. One more breath to hope
for. One more erased line to contend with. Alas
though I will be well because the Scriptures prove it.

       Yes. So many levers are clicked. My night ends in
a deafening roar inside my head. Grateful of the
multitudes given.

     Indeed a slight breeze follows me. Whispers words
that calm me. Soothe my paled soul to eventful sleep.

     Tonight, though I pray of no reoccuring sarcasm, no
stabbing of reality just a kindness in love. Whoever prays
cease for wonder does not justice to the system.

     Here I drift slowly to the back, to my room. Entering
the covers with a last sigh. Grateful I can conclude this
day in silence.

                          Just breathing.

     So knock if you will. Enter the doorway long enough
to hear the small giggles as I find myself curling tighter
and tighter to a ball.

    Just waiting. Hoping. Enduring as Jehovah teaches.