The night settles gently on my shoulders,
a weight I’ve learned to carry in silence.
Loneliness moves beside me like an old companion,
familiar in its ache, steady in its presence.
Yet through the hush of the dark,
a small, unwavering hope rises—
soft as a breath,
but strong enough to keep me here
waiting for morning...
a weight I’ve learned to carry in silence.
Loneliness moves beside me like an old companion,
familiar in its ache, steady in its presence.
Yet through the hush of the dark,
a small, unwavering hope rises—
soft as a breath,
but strong enough to keep me here
waiting for morning...





