The Prayer

The prayer I said was one of desperation.

The prayer I said was one filled with anguish.

The prayer I said was one filled with sorrow.

The prayer I said was bottled with emotion.

 

The prayer I said was one no one would understand.

The prayer I said was one without sound.

The prayer I said was one filled with a longing.

The prayer I said was one I filled with my tears.

 

My prayer was not meant to harm.

My prayer was my own form of fighting back.

My prayer was meant to appease my wondering soul.

My prayer was meant to purge my broken heart.

Essy