An Abandoned Prayer

Like a Prayer abandoned on the Street. Entangled in bristles, thistles and Thorns. Tassles of Arteries and veins held together with dirt, clay and determination.

Hunchbacks of soil encase S-shaped spine. Skewers of sticks, rocks and Bones pierce my sides.

Roots pulled violently from the Earth yet not pulled apart. Therein lies my hidden strength. Palatine Realms are found in Dead Doorways.

Muscles and sinews exposed to unfamiliar daylight.

Souls came with me as I was ripped from my terrestrial womb. Eruptions of long gone Voices suddenly displaced from home. Not so Silent surrender. Songs and Dreams dispersed floating driftfully seeking sanctuary.

Head bent forward. Seated alone while being ignored by passersby.

Will I become sawdust or mulch washed away by the rain. The Valued parts of me became a plank, a board, an Artist Table.

Am I not as good as those housed in white…