Clothes for the soul

Note content of no contentment
Psalms and chapters read nightly,
The obedience from far away
In the audience of the empty
No streaks of light, but act, talk and
Think alike; all in the name of what seems right.

Daily faith treasured and burried
Underneath the politically correct
I demand your respect
And I respect your response
All in love in the midst of the ambiance.

My faith is here burried under scriptures and parables alike,
Hollow tips tip scales outside
My inner being all prayers aside
Cut asunder, two minds
Falling in line with camouflaged
Wardrobes, in my love affair with
Society
And now these clothes smell like smoke.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me think of emily's battle within herself as she tried to stand up in church and profess her faith...the battle as to what we project so others will accept us, and what we really feel inside.

the truth of the matter...

i am really drawn to this poem and want to dress up in it...make it my wardrobe, because i go through this very same thought process over and over and over.
not a chosen one i guess. just another outcast.

really wonderful wordplay here, especially like the first line...

[mendedwords]

Thank you for the kind words. It is always a great feeling when other writers are able to feel what you feel, happy you enjoyed it.