My Religion Is
The Husky, Deep Sound Of Aaron Lewis’s Voice
Singing Of Pain And Recovery,
The Raw, Unbridled Emotion Blasting From My Stereo
And Reverberating Off The Walls.
My Religion Is
The Sound Of My Sister’s Laughter
And The Padding Of Her Tiny, Bare Feet
As She Runs Up To Me With Open Arms And A Twinkle In Her Eye,
Wanting Nothing More Than To Fill Me With Joy.
My Religion Is
My Pen On The Paper,
The Scratch Of My Free-Flowing Words Taking Meaning,
Forming Coherent Thoughts In A Way Others Can Understand,
The Baggage Of The Day Unloading.
My Religion Is
The Sound Of Bustling School Hallways,
Helping Me Remember My Purpose On This Earth;
To Gain Much-Needed Knowledge
Of This World To Which I Am Ignorant.
My Religion Is
The Feeling Of Confidence As I Clean My Room,
Almost Obsessively Keeping Things A Certain Way.
I Need The World To See My Ambitious Efficiency;
I Need Something To Be Proud Of.
My Religion Is
The Feeling Of Hopping Into My Enclosed Bunk Bed,
Staring Out Of My Window Onto The Dark Streets
And Thinking, Just As I’m Falling Asleep,
‘I’ve Made It Another Day