Friday 55...

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I'm not much for
conscious prayer
but I do some
silent thinking
that could be
construed as such
I guess.
Some days sling
challenges
that make me duck
for cover
as I stumble
grasping, angry
and frightened
Searching for
the right thing
to do again.
Always the awkward
dance.
Knocked to my knees.
Sometimes screaming.

( a weekend 55 word challenge found here)
Thank you, Walking Man.