Prayer

She walks through white-walled streets
Gloved hands and blistered feet
She tries to see the day a little clearer
She tries to hold it all a little dearer
Writing letters, can’t use pencil or pen
Colored crayons will have to do then
Hiding something, hiding from us Or maybe from herself
Who’s afraid of the big bad god
The wretched wretches cry
I’ll take a step, then I’ll take two back
And there but for me go I Memory hits like shooting shrapnel
It cuts her arms up, cuts her self up There’s this need to be less than there is This was a closing up And all in awe it’s all in all
A dream 'tween black and black
A game of chess that no one plays
Goes on behind our backs
This is not her life.
Shards of thoughts and hopes and dreams
She throws them to the air
She makes the best of her living life
Hoping someone will hear her prayer