Darkest Hours

In the darkest hours,

Depression transpires.

Dread overpowers,

The silence grows louder,

My mood turns sour.

I used to feel empowered,

When did I become a coward?

In my darkest hours,

I do not desire,

To be defined as inspired,

When I wish to expire.

I seek my God given power,

Resilience in encounters,

That once made me a fighter.

Be bold.

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2 responses to “Darkest Hours”

  1. lisainportland Avatar
    lisainportland

    Hi Becca,

    This is very powerful. I have no words except I am thinking about you and saying a prayer for you.

    love, Lisa

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    1. Becca DiValerio Avatar
      Becca DiValerio

      Thank you Lisa, love you!

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