it’s hard. i’m tired
sick of pretending like
i’m strong enough to ride this wave.
some nights i cry more than once; doubts
rocking me to sleep like the
sound of troubled waters. to hang
on to a gleam of hope is
not for the weak…
i won’t give up…his joy
will be my strength
Picture; favim.com
Inspiration; No one can steal our joy – Tenth Avenue North
Five Foot Nomad 
It had that gloomy feeling.
I’m glad you could relate. Thanks for your comment
Much needed words….Thanks for sharing! And I’m glad to have come across your blog. Looking forward to read more of your posts!
Also I would love to hear your thoughts on my new post. Hope you do take time to read and share your views!
https://inexorablespark.wordpress.com/2018/02/06/day-six-the-space-to-write/
Thank you!
Thank you for your kind words. Will check out your blog 🙏🏾
My pleasure! Keep writing and inspiring!