by Meta Marie Griffin
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.