Wrestling With Demons

MY MOTHER’S PRAYERS

Afraid in the night
Alone with the echoes
In an empty house
I pray my mother’s prayers
Afraid to reach for the light

What grabs at my hand
From the darkness
Who whispers my name
From the shadows
In this empty room

Afraid of the mirrors
More than one face
Stares back at me
I pray my mother’s prayers
Taught to me as a child

Taught to me so I
Would fear the night
And the faces in the mirror
And the shadows on my soul
And the whispers of truth

My mother’s prayers
Echoes in an empty house

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