The Prayer

I asked for this.

To be stripped of what I think is unnecessary. I just never thought of a lot of things to be deemed unnecessary. I am my very own victim of the gift to speak. I am yet to master the art of detachment from which I speak of. I was once the agile, the strong, the faceless. These is now to be labeled `history`. I am no longer that rock on the mountain the wind vainly tried to move but to no avail. I am changed. Fate found my Achilles' heel and it struck like blade, hard and quick. I am no longer standing, alone. A greater force, like magic, holds me to my feet, I stand my ground. It is Magic. I am no longer standing alone and I never did. All this time, I thought I was, but never. I am in the hands of the Great. I was once agile, but now I am guided. I was once strong, but now I am faithful. I was once faceless, because I am to be molded. I am no longer that rock on the mountain, because, in the hands of the Great, I am that mountain the wind vainly tried to move but to no avail.

I am changed.

I was once broken. Just to be molded again.

And I'm proud I asked for this.