*Editor’s Note: This is a contribution from Karah Ballew, author and poet out of El Paso, Tx. I don’t know how to pray anymore. It’s part of my heart that’s hurting and sore. I whisper out lines beginning with “Lord” And soon find it’s something my heart can’t afford. I’m tired of trying to make sense of things, Of crying and fighting for new beginnings. I’m sick of the beat from the tumultuous tide That constantly tears at my withered... Read more