Another prayer poem.

Lord send me a friend,
a white feather on the pavement in the city center.
send me a letter bird and a reason to believe in the good of people,
I do not want to pluck out my own eyes because I'm scared to see monsters.
Lord send me the fullness of your arms as the songs I listen to on Spotify,
Let them wrap me in comfort.
I'm tired of this heaviness in my chest and I do not know where to drop my pain.
Lord send me a picture of me smiling in the future so I know I'd have a sunset garden and a patio furniture I hand painted because life got better,
Lord send me the sound of laughter bursting from my ribs in 5 years time because I'm surrounded by people who see me, because the sky is purple and we are not scared of the night because there are stars in the sky.
Lord send me a telescope to watch the planets and be amazed at how insignificant this pain should feel,
send me a microscope so I can expand the darkness in my chest to see it’s just years and years of diluting myself to accommodate everybody.
Lord tell me I'm not a nice person,
tell me it's okay not to be!!
Tell me it’s okay to be an angry person
Tell me my anger is reminding me of my needs.
Tell me rage is a sadness that got tired of waiting to be heard,
Lord send me a teacher in the form of my thoughts and teach me to silence the ones that aim to break my confidence.
Send me people who wear their kindness like a feather, send me people who are not afraid to fly in a world that believes in gravity.
Send me to the places I need to be, and if this is where I need to be.
Bleach my heart in peace, rinse the doubt away. Let me rest here,
dried in safety
dried in the idea of calm.
© Hope