I really think she meant well for me
when she told me not
to squirm
a man can't swim in quicksand
no matter how strong he is
she preaching not to the choir
but from it
an elevated a songbird
who has been here
before
looking down at those of us
trapped in the pews below
it takes more than
Faith
to survive all this
and still more to
come to understand
how we got this deep into the thick of it
our knees bruised from prayer instead of pleasure
I really think she meant well
when telling me not
to fight it
not to struggle against something
too far beyond me to win against
you can't swim in quicksand
you just sink faster
words of wisdom
perhaps
from a songbird who
has seen others like me
though she doesn't understand
I'm neck deep already
and helpless to do anything
but flail my arms and hope
if I can't swim then
maybe
I might fly out of the muck I'm stuck in
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