Writing Prayers


A woman facing her darkest moment
Will kneel down to pray as a component
Of finding answers to her many struggles.
And yet the memory of her sore muscles
Fades quickly as soon as she gets her answers.
All of a sudden nothing really matters
Because her life is once again perfect,
And her old struggle is now a secret.

These trials that inspire this young woman
To pray—inviting the Lord to come in,
Are the same ones that prompt me to sit down,
Write, welcome all the words of my melt-down.
These usually do not see the light
Of day, for I keep them tucked out of sight.
But this is where I typically start,
Words flowing from the vacuum of my heart.

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