Sometimes you fall
At the side of your bed
Unmade, life scattered
You and the room both a mess
The strength leaves your knuckles
You ungrip the broom
No longer faking to bare it
With grit as assumed
Speechless for words
Not a prayer left to pray
Arms draped, eyes weeping
My soul drowned in grace
Nothing else matters
It is a silent surrender
God knows, He sees you
A forgiven offender
It’s not structured, routine
Not habit or neatness
It’s complete faith, self-dying
Being broken in meekness
It goes without saying
It’s beauty far beyond words
Something prayer cannot hold
Heart cries unheard
A waving white flag
The smoldering remnants
A child stripped to nothing
Lacks nothing when nothing’s left
