Broken Prayer is about a child trapped in an abusive home, starving, beaten, and
forgotten — his own maternal grandmother, not the loving grandmother from Florida,
among those clapping at their pain — who looks up through broken glass and prays
to a God he isn't sure is listening, not knowing that something heard him anyway.
By Thomas J. Allen, © 2025
I learned the sound of laughter,
Through locked doors and dirty walls.
Joy tasted like a rumor,
We were never meant to hold.
Boots on the floor, bottles singing,
Names we didn't dare to speak.
We stood still like furniture,
While the night chose who would bleed.
They said, "Stand here. Don't move. Don't cry."
The room was full of watching eyes.
Hands like thunder, fists like drums,
Count the hits till silence comes.
They clapped like it was theater,
Like pain was something earned.
Three small bodies, lined in order,
Waiting for our turn.
Pizza boxes on the floor,
Grease like gold we couldn't touch.
Hunger taught us how to kneel,
For things the trash forgot.
My cousin stole what shame threw out,
Crusts torn thin and barely bread.
That was how we stayed alive,
That was how we weren't dead.
Broken prayer under an open window,
Heaven high, but I'm so low.
If You're real, and You can hear me,
Please don't leave me here alone.
Broken prayer with shaking hands,
No wings, no place to run.
Just a child asking the sky,
Is anyone listening?
Morning slept until noon there,
Sunlight felt like something stolen.
I watched dust dance in the air,
Like freedom passing, golden.
They dreamed off what they took from us,
While we learned to disappear.
I learned how quiet fear could be,
When no one wants to hear.
My mother's voice was gone a year,
Like it never learned my name.
I stayed where mercy never lived,
And learned to answer pain.
I didn't ask for justice,
Didn't ask to understand.
I just looked up through broken glass,
And begged with all I am.
Broken prayer under an open window,
Sky like stone, but still I spoke:
"If You're there, then help me leave,
This house that feeds on hope."
Broken prayer, no angels came,
No fire, no sign, no sound.
But something heard me anyway,
And kept me breathing...
Kept me breathing.
I didn't escape that day...
But heaven heard my name.