poetry from a younger self

some stuff i wrote in early years of undergrad .. i just want to get some stuff up to start expanding this blog, if only to practice writing for a [possibly non-existent] audience. I've always been extremely hesitant to share my writing so i need to start.

LISTENING TO THE PRIEST AT YOUR FUNERAL

I wish I could say I believed.

No fear of absolutes, just sweet God.

Security by merely having faith.

I desperately wish to be naïve,

Guided by obligations.

Then I would know you were whole—

Cold harsh reality

(that you crashed in to a wall,

became entrapped inside your car,

and all that remained was bits

of flesh from your chest)

wouldn’t be quite as aching—

I’d love to rest assured

The way I hold my hand on my heart

And pledge allegiance to the flag

That I’d never lose you.

But you are gone

And I have nowhere to turn.

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