untouchable trust

a poem about being raised catholic and unlearning what i was taught.

Photo by KAL VISUALS on Unsplash

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

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com

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