Feeling Is Believing
I had a feeling
A real true feeling
A remnant again
Of my former self
Where I looked back on
Blinding spells of faith
And couldn’t believe my eyes
On seeing the words and works
That I cannot ever commit again
For not believing anymore
That it can change worlds
That it can change hearts
That it has worth beyond value
That it is of and unto itself
That a race can speak it
That it lives and roams
That the ties that bind us
Finds us freed and alone
That the wherewithal exists
To see it and be it
That it even still is
What it once became
But I can’t stop
Willing to beauty
Though it cannot any longer
Begin to be seen
Or be believed
Or known
Or loved
It simply isn’t
anymore.
