Glory

Afraid 

to shine 

to be

Sometimes 

it doesn’t 

matter 

The direction

of the path 

the effort

or 

the steps 

the labor 

the presence 

it’s all 

Chaos  

Because suffering 

has no 

order 

or truth 

Life tells us 

success is 

a life without

pain

A pretty 

gratifying 

life, that is 

yours 

But I’ve 

always lived 

under the veil 

In the void 

with 

sanctified artifacts 

of

my remains 

I came back

less 

formed 

more rubble

A dissipation

of flesh

and

bone

Tethered 

in threads 

sewn in 

Prayer

 By 

the Holy Spirit 

 Amen.