Hot tears sting my face as they trickle through all the crevices.
It is night time, and as is so common, my mind is fully alive with all that is burdening my soul.
My body longs for peace and rest as my mind continues on, trampling any and every stronghold I clung to along the way.
I live for the night.
Somehow, I grasp the fringes of the days in order to make it to the night.
Just so I know I have made it through yet. another. day.
As I step my feet on the floor in the morning, I simultaneously reach for the mask I put on for others, now tattered and weathered from use.
I make it so no one would ever know the intense, fiery, internal struggle I battle every day as I frame my learned grin with fresh lip gloss.
During the day, I catch a glimpse of peace, talking with God.
And as I descend the glorious mountaintop, Satan and his angels attack like flies to honey: never quite satisfied.
I sleep little, convincing myself to eventually get out of bed, my solace, and endure yet another day.
Yet another battle.
Yet another journey to find release from this prison.
