Prayer

The warrior in me is always dead
But the prayer makes me appear upright

The coward in me is always hiding
the prayer me makes me appear daring

The weakling in me has always been defeated
but prayer grants me the mantle of the winner

So one shade is me the limp one
the one you see is the one prayer gives me
l am a super human in prayer.

This poem is about: 
Me

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