2022-05-12 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
My religion of choice Doesn’t it feel the worst when you find out Unexpectedly? Like a gut punch a sucker kick a stick in heel a jab to the head A thousand blows to my battered hands. The ones that pray. Knuckles white gripping onto a prayer for fortitude. For the strength to let go Of that frail mirror. Instead, I ask For the audacity to throw a punch back. I consent to knocking them over. My ability to smash the mirror. Thousands of fragments bursting like confetti My right to reciprocate all the unconditional love with the same bloody fervor of those fanatics
Who told me to stay calm Still Silent.
And I answer my religion forbids me.