A poem about losing faith and possibly finding it again |
When I was a child I could quote scripture as if I wrote it Until the words became nothing but muscle memory beating out of my throat And I forgot what the words meant I traded my identity for religion Believing I reserved myself a spot in heaven next door to God I rode this religion until one day I found these empty words couldn’t fix me And my muscle memory couldn’t help me find myself So I turned finding salvation into a passion Making it the oxygen in my lungs, the blood in my veins My heart beat as if it alone could break the ribcage from the inside out And I screamed from the bottom of my stomach Praying to God or yelling at stars At times they both felt like reminiscent lights that burned out long ago But took their time to pierce through the black glass of the sky So I swallow pride like it was prescribed to me And search through gold rimmed pages Hoping I left my innocence in there like a bookmark To remind me what words will help me find myself When my mirror isn’t being reflective of light But my bookmark got lost in the pages or fell out all together So I have to start from scratch Chasing after salvation in broken mirrors and condensed smoke To find my book mark turned to ashes The night I thought love could be boiled down to a chance encounter and hazy dreams I turned my mind to these dreams and believed them to be a prophet’s tongue So I burned my bookmark and lost my place And now the stars have betrayed me but I hear a voice say “I can’t burnout” Hoping its God I bruise my knees on the ground And pray that my soul forgets about gravity ‘cause my shoulders can’t hold what I put on them And my spine is starting to crack So I pray for salvation And the only weight I felt pushed me to the voice Through the black glass of the sky into empty space I heard the voice destroy gravity With poetry so powerful it could make Milton weep And through the peaceful emptiness I heard a voice say “Here is your salvation” |