Awake at 4 a.m.

I wake up at 4 a.m., no hope of falling back asleep

and the film in my head is already

running the odds and worse case scenarios.

Just can’t get away from them.

And I pray for the surgeon's steady hand,

 and I pray you’ll be whole again—
Does God even hear the prayers of fools and sinners?

So many dreams and hopes

colliding with so many unknowns...

I know you’re strong—

I just hope I can be strong enough now

for the both of us.

© GB 2019

Wearing my heart on my sleeve today...