Blind faith

Everyday I pray

That we will still be free

From the suffering

That consistently places me

Inside a tiny box in your mind

Where I find

My spirit eternally bound

And buried in the same ground

Where your prejudice is found:

And I agonize, taking strain

To move beyond the pain

As I give birth again

To another victim of heartless abuse

Or a perpetrator, hateful and obtuse .

Everyday when I say a prayer

I’m actually praying that God is there.

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Tender

Like someone’s true love

The dawn unfolds

Majestic.

Fragile

Like a brittle twig

The cup is filled

Over-flowing.

Intent

Like a ravenous passion

The soul rests replete

Fulfilled.

A new day

Breaks.

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Over the years and beyond the grave

Like dust my very being is moved

From somewhere on the outside I look in

A lone specter terminally removed.

Perverse indulgence within this foreign home

Inevitable mortality the reward

As I try to weave the fabric of my dreams

Just another sad loony living inside my head.

Where do all the smiles reside

After such intensely destructive confrontation

The bonds recede into a vague recollection

An ill-conceived notion of content.

Now this almost severe isolation expands

To encompass yet another life’s theme.