I tried to pray last night
with my broken soul.
Lulled myself with positive images.
Told myself to be strong.
Talked to me as if
I was an imprudent friend
Who can lie to make other feel good.
I was able to persuade myself
That everything will be okay.
I had that little fully-bloomed
Dandelion in my head
Promised me with a hope
That nothing ends wrong.
But after a few hours
The sunlight grinned at me.
That false light in the morning.
It was the scariest smile
I had ever seen.
Where will the hands
of the clock go again?
"What are you most scared of?" "Morning." - Maundy Thursday
