The Inhabitation
Freedom From Bondage? Uninhabitation? During a shower, I wondered, "why bother?" I know the soap, it is a familiar friend. It does good with its lather. And the rushing water, It sounds like I matter, and proves How much I like myself, and It feels good, like a good excuse, a little like intimacy, when used to fill the hole in my heart. But that's but a memory. You see, I know suds won't change Me. And me? Me prays and crys and struggles, Until the soap pops from my fingers, And ricochets the floor like a wet pinball. Laughter is my friend, too. First cousin to soap. It's my attitude, you see, of 'trust or bust'. But I do have hope. Hope like soap on a dope. It's the Inhabitation, Uninhibited, Uninhabited, Gratis.Written November 23rd, 2001. Now it's 2010. I always did have a problem hating myself...but it has improved over the last few years. Took a lot of work to not hate myself...I was pretty good at it. Now I even love myself from time to time. © on Mar 01 2002 07:01 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron spiritual
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