all that’s borrowed

We live in borrowed time,
says Lent.

i have lived on borrowed truth for a while
as well,
and borrowed faith when necessary
i know I have taken certainty from places that shouldn’t have given it to me
and probably wouldn’t have, willingly.

I have tried to make it my own.
all of it.
i have given it the names of my gods,
and scratched in deep to its essence my name and my claim
that it’s mine
and it’s me.

i have held it fast with fear and determination,
and close as to make it mine forever

but here now
you ask for it back
and i give it.

the left over shape of a life
and a faith
tarnished, scratched and battered
with the indentations of my clasping
grasping
fingers

and i say
sorry for messing what was beautiful
and
thankyou for trusting me with what’s yours.

2 Responses to “all that’s borrowed”

  1. Megan says:

    i have lived on borrowed truth for a while
    as well,
    and borrowed faith when necessary
    i know I have taken certainty from places that shouldn’t have given it to me
    and probably wouldn’t have, willingly.

    Profound.

  2. Lisa says:

    Beautiful.

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