Mother washed my sins
Water cold like a knife
Said the pain would save me
It just kept me quiet
Every hymn a chain
Tied around my chest
She said it’s best
I learned to pray
It just took some bleeding
Then I learned to kneel by breaking
Fathers hands a scripture
Pressed into my skin
He called it holy
I had no other word
I carved an altar
With a razor’s touch
It gave me the chapel
I never had
Hallowed be my wounds
They’re the only gospel
I can believe
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I get this. It hurts to read. It's too familiar.
That heavy, striking imagery beautifully captures how traumatic it is to have your own body turned into a battlefield under the guise of holiness, and how reclaiming that pain becomes the only raw, honest truth left to you ✨