Why must you cast down on my soul spiritual depression?
Dissatisfaction crept down her spine, disappointment erased her thoughts.
Her prayers had turned violent; she lost words. Utmost feeling engulfed her.
Where are you Lord?
Weary, she lays soaking, water pruning the skin around her nails.
A cold front is coming in, she felt dishonorable, unworthy and broken.
Her attempts to question had left her numb.
