Once hopeful that a week away would renew my spirit and revive my passions, I face the realization that I remain hopeless and numb. My budding joy dashed by fears and lingering doubts. I fight back the tears that persist in dampening my eyes, not wanting the world to know the emptiness and ache that envelops me.
I long to find a beacon to set my sights upon...a bit of hope to grasp onto. Like a desolate town, I pray for an infusion of life.
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