I’m praying to you for some guidance tonight
The clock is so loud
Crying out
It’s not that I don’t believe
I just don’t know anymore
Be present many have said
But my heart is pulling me in a direction
I can’t figure out
Back but mainly forward
To anywhere but here
Helplessly twisted this way and that
My fingers skate along the keyboard
Wishing I could just talk to you
To hear your voice
You know what I need
No more signs please
I need a ship
Maybe a plane
Come take me away
I can hardly breathe
All of this you must know
A wildflower of any kind
This one can’t grow
A full moon can’t shine
Lying there and blending into its black sky
I can’t fight anymore
But I can’t relax
Desiring nothing but a few cold beers right now
Wash the pain and indecision away
I pray to you tonight for some sort of light
When the morning comes
I give it all to you
By Christie Leigh Babirad, North Babylon, NY
