She feels sad and broken.
To her, hopelessness is now just an emotion.
She looks at her Bible and sees nothing worth reading.
She doubts and feels like she cannot pray.
“Where did you go?” She calls out to the God that was always supposed to be there.
“I’m lonely, I don't feel you anymore. How do I know you are even there?”
She whispers underneath her sleepy breath as she doses off to sleep, pleading to feel something by morning.