In the cold winter nights,
my own darker feelings
become more accessible,
easier to draw from.

Despite going to church twice a week,
I feel an aching loneliness
like a hole in my heart,
like a weight at the bottom of my stomach.

It eats at me.
Quietly.
Silently.

I desire to connect with someone
beyond the small talk.

It's more than just that, though.

I yearn for someone to hug,
someone to love on and be loved by.

It weighs on me sometimes.

Especially at night,
lying alone,
fighting the urge to relapse.

This loneliness is an exquisite type of pain;
Beyond physical,
yet somehow leaving a heavier impact.


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