[Day 78] Preserve/Hope

 

The pinch and squeeze of

anxiety around my throat

cuts off my flow of inspiration. 

Gwyn ap Nudd, I call to You

loosen these claws from my 

skin. Allow me to breathe,

slay this monster, take up

Your sword on my behalf,

my King, I'll prostrate

at Your feet, here's a 

Lady's Favour.

I need You to give me

another reason to wait

for the Sun again.