Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Sometimes, Prayer is

March 8
Sometimes,
Prayer is the
Only thing
That helps.
I fling myself
At God,
Praying that She
Deliver me from
My darkness.
I cling to Her
Love like a sailor
Floating in
An endless
Storm-tossed sea.
Trying desperately
To hold on,
To bend and
Not break,
To just fucking
Breathe.
But you know what?
She always
Comes through.
I haven't
Lost it yet.
And so I
Keep praying.

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