Prayers

The backstory for this stems from my personal life. (#surprise) My middle daughter has been battling some behavioral issues for a long time, and today she was assessed for autism. I found myself overly stressed about this assessment over the weekend - to the point of praying. Now, for many of you, praying is a normal thing. I tend to be more spiritual than religious, and immediately found myself feeling guilty about the prayer. If I’m typically quiet in my conversations with the big guy, why was I hitting him up for help? It felt rude. And voila! This poem is/was a reflection of my own guilt ... I’m not pointing fingers at any of you, I promise!