A Quiet Place

A prayer written, during my summer long bout of agoraphobia.

Dear Goddess;

 

Please grant me

The needed strength

And courage

To overcome

My agoraphobic prison.

 

Able to feel the sun

Upon my body

As I walk outside

Without any anxiety

Or panic attacks.

 

Enjoying Squeak's company

While he inspects the hallway

Revelling in

Each new scent

He smells.

 

Savouring the small things

We take

For granted

In our daily lives

Denied to me.

 

Hope

My request

Isn't too much

Given the horrors

You must witness.

 

Allowing Your light

To brighten

A small corner

Of the world.

Author's Note

Originally written, August 8, 2014.