That is how I feel as I whisper psalms.

Hands tied behind my back,

As I beg G-d to chill, the, freak, out.

Exhausted.

That is how I feel in my every bone,

Heavy with the weight of the tears

That refuse to come out.

I’m aching; aching; aching.

My stomach is in knots,

Where will the next fracture in our earth occur?

Who will be the next to break?

How do we live in a world so filled to the brim with pain?

I pray; I pray; I pray.

17/52.