C O L L A P S E

another edge to drown in
a washing of
guilt, shame, pride, hope
in every evening.
longer days leave deeper lights
to hide in the dry, lifeless skin
in which i find no victory-
no washing.
be a trickled drop down
a windshield orĀ 
the rapids of a downpour,
feelings of a cleansing may breathe
to believe in it cannot.
i believe,
oh victory, help my unbelief.


-cjt

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