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My Darkest Hour

Jennifer Tessena earned both a BS in Nursing and Psychology, years after this dark period in her life. She is now an optimist & positivist.

My Darkest Hour

Alone in a prison self-created,

Clothed in a cloak of despair,

Dreams of youth long since faded,

A life beyond repair.

As I look into the mirror,

At a face I do not know,

I wonder where that ltitle girl went,

From so many years ago.

A heart grown cold, a body weary,

The years pass quickly on,

I mourn for all that I have lost,

Time and loved ones gone.

As I lay my head to sleep,

I pray to the empty sky,

That this nightmare soon be over,

Or peacefully I die.


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