psalm

I will not ask for relief;

only for stamina to make it through the night.

I cannot ask for a convenient belief,

instead an enigmatic mosaic full of darkness and light.

I do not desire magic in a bottle.

but the need to pay attention

to the miracle of butterflies and flight,

and all the life around me that is so often unseen.

I do not desire a throng of friends,

help me to find love in my own skin

so that when we meet,

you will recognize my face.

I will not wish for a cure.

I only need the strength to take that next step

and when I reach the top I will wait for you there.

I will leave behind this little prayer.

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Wonderful poem, Meta Marie!

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