Fail

 

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

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