Sunday, May 19, 2013

Faith That Isn't

Hanging on by a thread
is still hanging on
and all of the imperfect
comes home to roost
in the rafters of discontent
where you perch
ever so precariously
on the verge
of all you ever hoped for
when the faith that isn't
pretty or precious
pokes holes in the loft
of puffy white clouds
called next time or maybe
landing you presently
on your bruised
and battered ego
ass kicked
no gain or glory
but still hanging on
by that one
sacred thread that
hasn't snapped yet

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