Please Pray With Me

Memories

Memories

I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t important.

I wouldn’t b here at 6am on a Tuesday morning if I didn’t feel this hole in my heart. If I didn’t feel like I need you more than I’ve ever needed you at the moment. I worked last night and I’m sitting at the kitchen table writing and drinking and cooking dinner. Or maybe it’s breakfast but it isn’t breakfast food.

Mornings like this all I want more than anything in the world is for you to pray with me. To hold my hands and look me in my eyes and tell me everything will be okay. To sit you on my lap and just hold you for a second or minute and know I’m not in this alone. Mornings like this all I want is for you to pray with me and let me know it’s real.

Do you know what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like you have to take the world on by yourself? I do and it’s not something I take pride in or feel like makes me stronger. I’d give up this solitude for knowing someone  worries about me just as much as they worry about themselves anyday of the week.

Pray with me and tell me I’m not crazy.

Pray with me and tell me I won’t end up like my father.

Pray with me and let me know I’ll be okay.

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