Thursday, April 15, 2004

the voices speak religion and
my heart can be a pulsing bible.
churches come down, begging to get in
and penetrate my thick-skinned nature
with just one needling strand of hope.
but the voices, they decided for me
whether i was crazy or not.
and today, the first revelation came.
this is my gift, you say, but i say
it's my mind.
i'd love to find god.
but i don't want him to find me.
*bettie* at 9:47 AM