grace in another life

i am too far away

from holy to ask for help

no penance, no contrition, no baptism, no expression of sin

i have no offerings

i have no faith in heavens or hells

my prayers are bubbles

popping before delivery

empty and void

i wish i could find that sanctuary

i wish i had that doe eyed advantage

i wish i didn’t think

i wish i didn’t question

i wish when giving confession i felt true

i wish i felt those were sins:

to curse your parents for the abuse and neglect

to want pain to those who bring pain

to pray for the riches of the holy to be stolen for the starving

i wish when i had taken the body and blood i meant it

but i never did

hope not faith

i fell too far from


to find the path