tomorrow brings strange things

I am tired of being asked about my faith

Im sick of being told I need to believe in something

But you wanna know what I believe?

I belive that some how we all ended up here and were stuck.

I believe in hot summer days and closing yours eyes so as not to see the blood then maybe it wont hurt

I believe in running cold toes against the heater vent and wrapping your fingers into someone elses

I don’t need a buddah sidhartha god jesus mary or joseph to tell me what faith is

My faith is in the ten fingers I have because that’s the only thing I can count on and make me move forward fom the pressure from society to brush my hair and write an essay that says my lifes so hard but someone I found time to get a’s in chemistry.

My faith is in every single dad apologizing to his daughter because he cant tie a pony tail and hes late for work ask your sister to make breakfast.

I don’t need a chapel and bible to tell me I'm no good at life

I don’t need a string of roseary to guide me to safety after death

I need a well padded coffin and properly manured soil to settle it in.

I am tired of being asked about my faith.

Not BECAUSE its between me and god not because I don’t have any its because if we all had real faith we would find it in ourselves not in a book tucked behind a wooden pillar

We would lead ourselves and breathe and not worry about why the hell were suppose to wake up in the morning.

We would have faith in the grassy lines on our palms that feel our hearts beating when placed on our chest when were stuttering to the republic under god in the united states of America.

We would pledge allegiance to the sky and moon and ourselves. Wheres that book?