Prayers
With a shaky voice
she fell to her knees
Cross in hand.
Thoughts in mind.
Empty hearted,
she began.
Spilling pleas like water
through a broken damn.
Intended prayers that came as shouts.
Trusting that He actually
gave a damn.
Frustration turned to anger.
Wanting turned to desperation.
Waiting turned into hopelessness.
Sweat turned to tears.
And finally,
Her head fell to the ground.
Parallel with the devil himself.
Shaky voice she remained silent.
Content found her face
as the cross,
thrown from her grasp,
shattered.
she irreversibly lowered her expectations
finally to be met
by anyone
who would answer them.
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