Saturday, April 13, 2019

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...

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