No Wings

This is my Nightly Prayer

Every day, I am so scared.

It's because of the nightmares,

in which nobody cares.

I find it so unfair.

I keep having nightmares

about foster care.

I've never been there,

but stories make me so scared.

Dear God,

my mind's a fog.

I keep a nightmare-log.

I feel like the underdog.

I should stop writing this monologue.

Lord, I am so scared.

This is my nightly prayer.

How do I prepare

for tonight's nightmare?

I feel like I'm running out of air.

I'm trying to be brave, I swear.

Do you have some energy to share?

I'm tried because sleep is rare.

I have to take an antipsychotic

just to make falling asleep less chaotic.

I feel quite anecdotic.

To sleep, I need a narcotic.

God, will I sleep tonight?

Or will it be another fight?

Will I pass out before midnight?

Please make it happen, just this one night.

When I was five, I slept then.

Will I wake at two o'clock again?

Please, give me a little zen.

Amen.