eyes up, down
at stained glass and the
darkest hard wood pillars
defeated shoulders
fall away from the clammy pew
wrists of her shirt
saturated with moisture
a baby's cry brings on
legs jumping and
rising
pacing up, down
a tan sidewalk
shining from rain that
falls off her cheek
feeling the beats of her heart
the repeated pressure of pain
she whispers in soft silence.
before now, one other time
she prayed
ramblings of a petrified seven-year-old
now she prays
sees butterflies
and does not remember tries to forget
blood stained walls, a note
sobs echoing through a
crowded sanctuary
