Standing in the Need of Prayer

Standing in the Need of Prayer October 30, 2015

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What happened? What was that? I felt something. It was more than something. It felt like a kick in the soul. I am overwhelmed. The blades turn. The dim lights interrupt the dark of this cold night. In the tiniest space I have ever been forced into…something happened. The final instructions come in from the sky. I don’t give a shit. I just wanted more. Something grabbed me in the darkness… Did anyone see it? I am alone. What in the fuck was that? I can’t even describe it. What grabbed me? I can’t tell what’s real right now. Why can’t I get it back? We gain altitude. I just want it back.

 

The air is cold. Don’t freeze. The sudden bumps bring us closer to death. The baby cries out. Life is so fragile. We’ll live. I know it. The lights dim even further. The darkness looks familiar. I know you’re there. I sense you coming. Is this a game of hide and seek? You’re gone again. You’re good at that. Stay with me for just one second. I can’t take the constant in and out. Either stay or go. I’m sick of this. Why am I afraid? You taught me to fear.

 

Fasten your seatbelts. We rock violently back and forth. Is this what happens when you pitch a fit? Is this a mortality reminder? I don’t need any reminders. I think about it all the time. I’m tired of the games. Let’s see some proof of life. Fasten your seatbelts. The turbulence only grows stronger. Where are you? Don’t let rage creep up. Forget it. I’m already on fire. Something smells like bullshit. I’m surrounded.

 

Slower. We begin to fall. The lights grow brighter and brighter. Time is drawing to a close. Watches tick rapidly. Are we crashing? Everything is shaking. Why is the ground so close? Smoke rises. I grab the elements. We skid to a stop. We’re alive. Are you?

 

Amen.


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