Seven Days of Prayers Inspired by the Psalmsنموونە

Remade

This life of empty expectations
Goals, aka endless rungs on a self-made ladder Another step
And then, nothing

Like a pine needle that silently descends to the earth There is no one to hear
There is no one who takes notice
There are none who care for my soul

A windowless room with picture-less walls
A nothingness that feels like a something-ness

But in every room is a door Opened by one
Who bids me to come

I see now
That one door is all that is needed

For one to enter a remade world