A prayer
I have heartache…
Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest.
Sometimes I feel weaker than I am…
I sense I can’t handle life with these two hands.
These hands have built so little and yet, abandoned a lot.
They’ve wiped many tears and written many fears. My hands have worked up enough muscle to make me strong.
But why do I still feel weak inside. My insides are soft.
A direct contrast to my outsides…
they’re rough and figureless-
Go figure.
Maybe that’s w