PRAY FOR ME

you can hear me now
because i’m silent

you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face

*
sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage

the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere

*
today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think

pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning

Marquida Roberts