A story, a prayer


Rosy love
Bright smiles
Throbbing heart
Endless miles.

Burnt hands
Sore legs
Futile attempts.

Stone eyes
No respite;
Bleeding heart
Quivering soul.

Endless stress
Wavering faith
Resentment and despair.

A sign of hope
A possible scope
An uphill task
Will I score?

With dwindling strength
A scarred soul
It takes a toll
For I’m still not whole.

Bowed head
Joined hands
Fervent payers.

Save me almighty
I know you care!


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