When Truth Turns to Shadows

When truth is reversed into lies, a silent cry takes its place. And when this happens, prayer becomes the only weapon against the cruelty of the world. A cry the world refuses to hear. A pain that goes unnoticed. A silent cry in a solitary room— and yet, a flicker of hope, a thought still blooming beyond the ache. Trust becomes a fragile thread— easily frayed once you step away. Laughter echoes in your absence, not always in kindness. Advice arrives, dressed in concern, but its weight presses you further down. Encouragement stays silent, while sympathy hides behind walls. Words come sharp, not to lift, but to slice. They speak as if they know your path, yet never ask where your feet have been. The smile once shared to lift others from despair— gone in a breath, vanished in the hush of midnight blues. In a moment, everything changed. Now, with only the weight of sorrow to carry, I hold on to the one thing that remains: prayer— the shield against the shadows, the strength to block the evil that prowls unseen.