Every Monday morning, I pray you have a good week
Every evening, I pray you fall in to a sound sleep
Every Friday, I pray your weekend will be safe
Every Sunday, I pray you are in a peaceful place
And sometimes, when I’m feeling selfish, I pray you will be mine again
An atheist caught in a cycle of prayer.
I feel as though I’ve been taken victim to a predator I cannot see. My predator is not one I can see. My predator is not one I can touch. My predator is not one I can hear. However, the predator sees, touches, and hears me. On the darkest days, he sings his nefarious tunes in my ears. He clouds my vision with insecurity. He turns my warm heart to stone. On some lighter days, he leaves me be. However, I never doubt that he will return for his prey.