shaking in your boots

and this is what I pray for you
to a God who has done the same for me
time & time again

 the pain that leaves fresh cuts, scars that open up over and over,
skin separating,
blood blossoms forth
turns crimson
mixing with the air
& it scars over
time & time again

 and this what I pray for you
to a God who has done the same for me
I will never stop breaking my knees
as they crash to the ground
and I will never stop
hiding my face in a cage of flesh and bones, blood and veins
I will never stop grappling for air to kiss my lungs

 because I was not meant for this world
and it kills me, time & time again.
every once in a while
I feel my flame dwindling.

 and I pray that if you ever feel this way
hopeless
alone 

 that my Elah comes back to you, every time
just like he's done for me.
I pray that he lifts you back up
heals your broken bones
sews together your split lip
gives you breath again.



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