A PRAYER AMIDST THE STORM
She walked unnoticed to the empty emergency staircase.
Her nearest safe haven, where no one will see and judge her.
Her heart overwhelmed, all of a sudden.
With sadness, loneliness, and fear.
'Merciless, all of them.'
She knew already, but never expected it to this extent.
It's just professionally normal, actually, but still...
She had hoped for some relieve, but she found none.
Not until this day, when all her plans are foiled by her colleagues.
No crying allowed, she told herself. Not in public's face.
Not in front of her colleagues, those gossippers.
Those who surely would not tolerate any display of weakness.
Afterall, she's not a pity-seeker. Far from it!
Not in front of her colleagues, those gossippers.
Those who surely would not tolerate any display of weakness.
Afterall, she's not a pity-seeker. Far from it!
'Tears are for victims, for crybabies.'
'But I'm afraid and lonely, Lord...'
She sighed ever so deeply and heavily.
Here, in this empty staircase.
Her teardrops started falling, ever so silently.
Dear Lord, hear me out.
My tears, my cry for help.
As you have been in the days past,
Please lend me thy strength.
For without it, I'm helpless.
Grant me the wisdom, the resilience.
Grant me the peace of heart, and sharpness of mind.
Hold my hand, and guide me through this.
The biggest storm ever in my professional life.
In none other do I entrust myself,
Not even those I called my closest teammates.
Only in you, who know my weakness, day in and day out.
In you, and you alone, I place my trust.
O dear Lord, please hear me.
Please hear me, and help me, I pray.
She looked up into the empty staircase.
Her hand reached for the door handle, once more.
Back into the battlefield.
