Praying to God on ride back to the city

I was on my train ride from Kingsgrove to Central station today, coming back from training and I was inspired to write this.  Enjoy

There she sits. Staring out at the tracks waiting for train. All she =

do is pray, pray  to god about how her heart is on fire yet shattering into a 1000 tiny pieces. She knows shes doing his work & feels blessed but her emotions  are in a fury. Sometimes the 1 person she can open up to without remorse seem silenced. She doesnt understand. She isn't afraid. She just needs honesty. She needs consistency. No tricks

 or lies. She knows her own heart, strengths, and passions. God she needed clarity. None of this made sense to her. This wasnt her. What was with her. She could see the lights of the train in the distance. Time to stop worrying. She got on board. Found her seat & turn on her the ipod. Panania bound. Time to put on her game face. She closed her eyes. Shut off her emotions. And no matter how hard she prayed he'd

ever come to his sense. She embraced the 40 min ride. She got of the

train thanked god and was  ready to work. Each day  is a gift.