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untouchable trust
a poem about being raised catholic and unlearning what i was taught.
i have been in this tundra before
though an ice-cold something else
is not the trap in which i find myself
some nights i find myself wishing
god was something i could fall for
but i do not believe for a second
that anyone controls the sky
skyscraper untouchable trust
that someone else holds your fate
sounds comforting like echoes
of the ones you cannot reach
but you cannot see what my eyes have
or survive what i barely did and still
have any ounce of fortitude for a
man way up high from an
earth so low low low
no one circles the globe or
holds a story in their throat
that makes you c h o k e
like ours like mine
and subsequently holds the hope
that anyone will ever save them
jesus did not die in glory
it was vain and bane in rain
to say any differently
is to romanticize
ungodly pain
