Oh Lord, I Pray Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Life threatens my existants
How may I affect the outcome?
I'd look back in remembrance
Struggles are known to many if not some
The day I collapsed is the day I'd call on your name
To lift my spirits when in doubt
I feel the guilt and sudden shame
In the constant need for an out
I cry, but you don't hear me
Drowned within my already spilled blood
I smile, As I hide the hurt within side
Allowing the thoughts to overflood
With the hope that it will get better
Maybe, maybe not
Lord, I call on you to restore my piece of mind
As I continue to suffer the damages done
I grew up without knowledge of knowing
I find ways to bury myself in these times
Lord, I call on you to restore my brokenheart
Just want to feel whole again
Wounded pride in all, I head into a path where I still fall
Lord, I call on you to heal my weakened state of mind