It is in your voice
“Do you pray?”
Do I have a say?
Have I got a choice?
It seeps in my reply
“I’m alive, anyway.
Had I wanted not to pray
I would need but to die.”
“Who do you call on?”
My heart, I suppose
To the world I compose
The earth I will rest on
It is all I may see
An action in perpetuation
Life is just communication
A prayer to be free
“To the boldness of me.”
