Thursday Poetry: Faith


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Faith

She left the man-made mystery of faith

For a desert where the grit of

Sun baked dirt tore her skin

And she saw her reflection for the first time

In tears of blood.

Two people arrested her,

But the third asked what she’d seen.

My faith, she said,

Before they disconnected the drip morphine

And proclaimed her cancer free.

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