I feel like
There’s a line between being honest
And being personal
Except when we get close enough to it
The pain it causes makes us rethink our
Vulnerability
So we just don’t try anymore
We create these identities that make it
So that we don’t have to feel anything
That we can’t handle and start living
As though that part of us just doesn’t exist
To begin with
That the art of vulnerability is just lost to our generation
And then we’ll teach our children the same
And it just continues
A generational band aid solution
And a problem all its own
Sometimes i think that the saints and the beloved 'aints
Are a part of that problem
That real issues don’t get handled correctly
But what if we were never meant to handle them
On our own?
What if part of this fight was giving up and knowing
That there’s someone to catch me when we fall?
I think that religion is a lot like going to church
And thinking about fishing
But a relationship is built on fishing for thoughts
Of a god that we know is at odds with our musings
Of being alone
But it takes courage to say that
Sometimes It doesn’t feel that way
And vulnerability to admit that it’s true
And it hurts to think of it in a way that doesn’t make it a matter
Of a lack of faith
But a part of the condition of being human
It’s not a test
It’s just honest
