I saw you kneel and pray. Nothing felt like forgiveness until my palms hit the foot of a statue. The marble casing reached back and held me close. I wish to be as bold as a saint, but I’m only meant to be a sinner. Some people say that’s the same thing. I take comfort in the voids- the hollow points where my sadness somehow feels immaculate. Where there’s no wrong in this cruel world and my mind can wander without fearing every corner I turn. But this is part of being earthly. It’s nothing more than a placeholder. So what if we didn’t judge every step? Imagine if we cared more about the aftermath than what we weren’t given. Picture yourself kneeling instead of running from the fear- letting it overcome you in darkness and light. Knowing that every ounce of it can be held gently, if you let it.

-AMT ©️