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Faith crisis poetry

Broken bones

  1. Mask to wear and rules to keep.
  2. Cross to bear but buried deep.
  3. Helping hand just slapped aside.
  4. Burning light in shadows hide.
  5. Welcomed guests but cloned from mold.
  6. See the hearth from out in cold.
  7. Words and tongues, and growls and groans,
  8. Sticks and stones, and broken bones.
  9. Misshaped heart that does not fit.
  10. Echoed silence, e’er I sit.

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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’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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