I Prayed for a Reprieve

Moving through grief of a breakup

I prayed for a reprieve
I felt like I could finally breathe
All that ruminating started to leave
I could talk to my tribe about my beef
I’ve been walking through my grief
Emotional turf stolen by a thief
But then I honed in on my power
Blew past all that was sour
After surviving witching hours- for four and half weeks
Navigating through the lows and the peaks
Peace is all I seek
Angry began to leave
Black clouds started to cease
Ain’t no time to hate
I was getting over the wait

Today was a blessed reprieve
Because for a moment I was able to breathe

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