Religionist

A Poem by Joey Martinez

Religion is viewed as an escape or a prison.
It’s either you’re a foolish boy or a man of wisdom.
I was born into a catholic family who morphed into a man with interest in the Quran but remains agnostic during most times.
However, I never felt trapped into believing but I felt the church was deceiving.
Scratch that, the people who attended church turned me away because I felt the evil inside while the good in them decayed.
This was their escape.
Afraid of their fate that was set in stone so they came to church to condone.
I’m a man who’s prayed a handful of times but during those handful of times I meant it and I’m sure those few times count more than a thousand false prayers.
I’ve prayed in the formation of a catholic and a Muslim and the difference in stance is visible indeed but I felt the same no matter if my hands were crossed or folded.
When death pays a visit I’m not sure if I’ll pray before I go.
If I feel it in my heart then that’s the only time I’ll show.
I’ll never be a man who runs to God out of fear to steer away from the trembles of hell.
Cause I believe we all get a taste of the fires no matter what story we tell.
Till this very day I don’t know what I can be labeled as. But I’m not trapped into any religion, I’m a free man with unlimited views.