Someday

I face each day with the knowledge that I will end it the same way—alone. I face the knowledge that I will never again feel the sun on my face or know the warmth of an embrace. The worst part is that I face each day knowing I will face the same day again tomorrow. I only exist. How glorious the sun would feel upon my skin. Someday.

©Relinda R.

http://www.wnrn.org/acoustic-sunrise/

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