Holding On

Please, give me a sign that I’m not all alone. The darkness is surrounding me, and I’m so weak. Someday I hope I’ll see a rainbow, and for goodness and love to dwell inside of me and make me whole. I want to be free and not dread the rest of my days. There’s a little string of hope that keeps me believing and holding on. There must be a God out there; some positive superior force of love. I often wallow in self pity and believe that things can’t get any worse, but hope still resides somewhere. Mother, you are my angel, and even though I can’t see you, I can feel you in my heart. That is what keeps me going, even now. Maybe there’ll be a miracle, and someday the sunshine will come.

Love always,

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