No one is listening

The day started out as any other day
I watched the sun climb to its’ post in the sky
settling between cotton ball clouds
I exhaled—
sent my prayers for the day, upwards
upwards with no guiding hand
except no one was listening—
the shrill of the phone
the angst in her voice—
the sobs
I could make no sense,
put the handset down
in methodical process
I left the house
through tinted hues
I watched the sky
and wondered why no one had heard me today
I pitied the sun
wished the clouds would turn grey—
hoped for rain
to make me feel better
all the while thinking
why wasn’t anyone listening...