I let the wind ripple through the curtains,
I wanted to be sure it existed.
I let the rain soak me to the bone,
I needed proof to comprehend it.
I let the flames melt my skin,
I wanted to confirm that fire wounded.
Now, I hold my breath,
Wishing that heaven is real.
I caressed the printed words of a clichéd novel,
I wanted to feel something as fragile as paper cut.
I travelled away from home,
I wanted to run till the city lights lost in dusky slumber.
I gave my food away,
I did anything not to feel so numb.
I didn’t find anything that was promised.
Where is the Second Coming predicted by Yates?
When will Lady Lazarus rise from the ashes?
I stare at paper thin walls because I’ve looked into the sun for too long
I embrace the stones on barren land because I’ve walked on grass forlorn
All this time, I hold my breath waiting for heaven to be real.
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