Tell Me

I have run out of ways
to save myself.

That is the truth of it.

I have prayed.
I have worked.
I have swallowed the fear
and called it a day.

And tomorrow,
I will get up
and do it all again.

But tonight,
God,
if You are listening,

I have nothing left
to make this sound
like faith.

I am just a woman
standing here
with her hands out,

and I cannot remember
the last time
anything
fell into them.