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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 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I am a political economy student at the University of Athabasca, working on my second undergrad degree.

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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