*most of my prayers

Most of my prayers are wordless

and I have the pleadings of a child. 

My fingers are never still,

but my heart is.

I do not hear it pounding,

nor feel it in my chest.

When I sleep, I sleep soundless.

My partner is waking me in fear.

I was merely far far away,

where I fly without wings.

{Claudia Voglhuber}

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