“The wax of my single tallow candle has melted considerably and only a tiny spark of life remains in its fire. As I sit at this desk, its flailing light bewitches me. My hands are clutched tightly together, trying to summon my energy to regain my composure. Inside my heart, a deep sadness resides, creeping its way through my body. Lowering my hands to my womb, I feel a great sense of hollow emptiness. Once there sat a precious life, wrestling its way inside my being and sparking my heart with love and hope.” GriefMysteryLonelinessLetterLiteraryEpistolaryEmpressFading LightLove And HopeFemale Sadness Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse
“When he leaves, I sit up and hug my legs tightly to my chest. My ripped clothing brings a chill to my bones and I shiver. I feel used and discarded at once, my light shrinking and wavering in the turbulent sea of wifehood.” MysteryAbandonmentLiteraryFemale SadnessFemale DeprivationLight ShrinkingWifehood Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse