The quiet parts of the evening are sometimes the hardest. That time when my brain slows down And I’m no longer focused on keeping everything in order. That time when anxiety and depression have the opportunity to rear their heads. The chance to relax, once so welcome, Now feels empty and uneasy. I’m those moments, when I’m feeling alone and vulnerable, I ask: gods of my heart, be with me. I need to feel your presence and your comfort. Be with me as the evening winds to a close, And I seek calm before bed.