In the dead of night,
the silence becomes deafening.
The shadows creep closer,
and the air grows colder.
Trapped within the depths of your own soul,
there's no one else with you.
You're suppose to know that they're there for you,
that He's there for you.
Yet, head-knowledge doesn't suffice;
overwhelmed with hopelessness.

They think you're a fighter,
but the truth is that you've lost.
The sword is gone
all that is left is to hold the shards of your shield together,
hoping not to get cut.

In this hole that we're digging ourselves into,
all we can do is hope that there is still someone,
waiting for us once we're done.

Yet we push.
Maybe it's because we've been abandoned before,
and the possibility of suffering the loss again is more than we can handle.

So we push -
to see who will still be there.

alone.