the real prayer

A nave: long, structured with tall walls covered by who knows what
the seating arrangements are as that of a church, long wooden benches
a chapel like cabin protected by glass
disciples inside, two
on the side a man, kind of an altar boy
people dressed properly, normal, out of the ordinary
as you enter all watch you, criticized you, don’t mind of your presence, ask you something
persons
waiting to see other persons
a friend, siblings, daughters, sons, mom, dad, nieces, cousin, husband, wife, ex partners, the wife of a friend who this person was seeing before all happened, the girl who was in love with the guy who now is inside, the man who just did not care of that person but until now…
all praying a different prayer
asking for forgiveness, for understanding, for support, for help, for a ray of light, of hope, asking not for forgiveness, not understanding, for a better way to be inside these walls
all counting four sides
as you enter, glass covering their figures as that of saints in a church
however this is not a church
this is the real, this is life
here are the real murderers, the suicidal, the one that sacrificed for another person, the heroes, the influential under the influence, the attacked, the raped that defended him/herself, the rapper, the lifters, all the real persons we all resemble
we all created, not by one in sole creation
but by us all
and convenience of laws, un existing, provocative, protecting one side, not covering all holes, the monetary funds,
the twelve and more than the hundreds
and one making profit
distributed or not, falling into a sink hole
disappearing, not hanging
the evidence and the not so true evidence, the telling, the story, gossip,
and at the end,
you are called to exit leaving the other person,
on their faith
not on an established one as we all created but on their beds when they are left alone
thinking
on the sacrifice each of us commits
doors are locked
quietness exists inside that nave, inside that chapel, inside their minds
inside all of us