Feb 29, 2024
my faith is in my saliva, it’s on the tip of my tongue, it’s in my eyes, it’s swimming in my thoughts. my language is religion- i see it, hear it, taste it. whatever i touch turns to god; i spew faith.
yet i lack faith in my bones, in my blood, in my spirit. it is not in my essence, in my bowels, in my guts, in my very heart. my being is soaked in religion, over dipped. but as i stand, dripping wet, my skin will not soak it up. it shivers, searching for warmth. as the water builds, i drown in all that cannot redeem me.