She had made a habit of it
… of praying away her failures.
scraping her knees daily to save herself the heartbreak of picking up the pieces and shoving them behind the curtains of her prayers.
In the dark, while the world slept, like a lost soul;
wandering back and forth at the foot of her bed,
She cried plea filled silent tears to the divine, to deter her feet from treading the unknown
that she may walk in the comfort she had grown accustomed to