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.
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