Days just go by

Everyday there’s a little prayer

Everyday a little renewed hope

Everyday it gets quashed

Everyday I break a little more

Everyday it’s silent begging to the skies

To whoever would listen to my trampled soul

Everyday it’s a grave new reality sinking in

Everyday a new pinprick leading to another hole

Maybe in some other life

these pinpricks won’t necessarily lead to pain

And when clouds gather in the skies as a promise

there would indeed be rain

© 2013 Ankita Kala