Wordless Prayer

How long have I silently been begging,

Quietly whispering a wordless prayer.

That my very soul clings to,

A hope that has yet to be answered.

Nothing can express it,

No words, no emotion,

Not a single thing can.

It’s a question without an answer,

An answer without a question.

Why do I so easily lose myself to stories?

Fantasies that are my escape.

Why do I lose myself to dreams,

To thoughts of another world of my creation.

I can’t explain, I can’t describe,

What it is that makes me who I am.

For I don’t even truly know myself.

So many words I have spoken,

So many words I have written.

Indomitable, hope, dreams,

Pain, thoughts, so many words,

Too many for me to remember.

Too many to describe.

How long have I silently been begging,

Quietly whispering a wordless prayer.

That my very soul clings to,

A hope that has yet to be answered.

A hope I put into stories of my own,

Even as I cling to my memories,

The thoughts, the feelings,

Everything that is now gone,

And will never happen again.

Time keeps moving,

Even as I beg for it to stop,

To turn back to what I wish to keep.

Yet, it seems the world does not care for me.

Even a god it seems, if they exist,

Does not care for me.

Why I ask, for what reason,

Am I even here?

My heart is fragile,

My mind is flawed,

My soul is screaming,

Why was I born broken?

Why am I this way?

Please why, is all I ask.

Yet nothing, has answered me.

How long have I silently been begging,

Quietly whispering a wordless prayer.

That my very soul clings to,

A hope that has yet to be answered.

A dream that is simply a dream,

One that my very soul clings to.

Silently weaving, quietly existing,

Is the silent storyteller,

Who remembers all,

But is forgotten by the world.

That is all that I am,

A storyteller,

A star made of glass,

A lost bird,

A wandering soul,

That’s stuck in between.

Just who am I?

Why am I here?

Even as I cling to my memories,

The thoughts, the feelings,

Everything that is now gone,

And will never happen again.

So many words I have spoken,

So many words I have written.

So many,

Too many for me to remember.

Too many to describe.

Nothing can express it,

No words, no emotion,

Not a single thing can.

It’s a question without an answer,

An answer without a question.

Why do I so easily lose myself to stories?

Fantasies that are my escape.

Why do I lose myself to dreams,

To thoughts of another world of my creation.

I’m crying as I smile for you,

I’m screaming out,

Even in the calming silence.

I only pretend to be strong,

Even when I am,

I’m not.

I’m afraid of falling,

I’m afraid of staying broken,

I’m afraid so many things,

Things that nothing can describe.

How long have I silently been begging,

Quietly whispering a wordless prayer.

That my very soul clings to,

A hope that has yet to be answered.

A dream, that is just a dream,

The hope born from a child’s love.

A love my now heartbroken soul,

So delicately embraces.

A love, a light, a star of glass,

My wordless prayer.

That is all I am,

Even at the very end;

“Silently weaving, quietly existing,”

“Is the silent storyteller,”

“Who remembers all,”

“But is forgotten by the world.”

“All while quietly whispering,”

“A wordless prayer.”