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Faith crisis poetry

Digging

  1. Just keep digging, digging, digging.
  2. Dirt still falling, falling, falling.
  3. Top keeps rising, rising, rising.
  4. Voice still calling, calling, calling.
  5. Hole keeps growing, growing, growing.
  6. Arms still aching, aching, aching.
  7. Sweat keeps dripping, dripping, dripping.
  8. Legs still shaking, shaking, shaking.
  9. Eyes keep fighting, fighting, fighting.
  10. Lungs still gasping, gasping, gasping.
  11. Heart keep trying, trying, trying.
  12. Voice still rasping, rasping, rasping.
  13. Fingers clawing, clawing, clawing.
  14. Muscles stinging, stinging, stinging.
  15. Ears keep ringing, ringing, ringing.
  16. Just keep digging, digging, digging.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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