have a little faith in me.

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 9, 2022


grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking
before i fall asleep;
compulsions control my mind
as i pace back and forth,
counting the number of times
i failed you.

i write about you
as if no one could understand -
i don't have space for apologies
and pity and ego checks.

i still dream about a land
where i can visit you,
where the sun never sets,
where your greetings
aren't fabricated,
where your health is
fully restored.

some days, i wish i could
convince myself there's an afterlife.

if only faith could be my anchor...

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  • 2 years ago

    by Pia

    I absolutely love this! I was raised in christian faith and have broken free from the chains it shackles you with. However, the idea of heaven and seeing my loved ones again, being healed and happy and not in my human form, but my soul form - it is surely a nice daydream.

  • 2 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Reads first paragraph *nods*, *Sigh*

    Rusty fauces sometimes keep dripping but not all…

    keeps reading *nods again*

    thanks for sharing. This poem resonated with me.

  • 2 years ago

    by prasanna

    i keep re-reading the first verse over and over again, it took me a while to realize there was more words following. i think this might be just one of your best writes yet elliott. glad to see this is nominated.

  • 2 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The depth of sadness in this write makes the reader feel every bit of pain...a moving write..take care.

  • 2 years ago

    by Michael

    Hi MA.

    So much sadness here. The lasting effects of missing someone, and then the hope of seeing them again in another dimension of some kind :)

    Nicely written, that made me sigh in truth as there are parts that resonate.

    I hope you are well

    M :)

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