Sitting in my chair,
With my toes pointed in,
I wonder if people see me,
And the storm that rages within.
Hiding behind weak eyes,
Where I have lost my spark,
My joy has been replaced,
With a darkness, tearing me apart.
Then, I feel your prayers,
Seep deep down into my soul,
Filling the voided gaps,
When I just want to go…
The sorrow begins to fade,
I can see the light again,
I can’t thank you enough,
My brother, my praying friend.
Uttering from Jenn's Pen 