lies in the heart of the believer,
and the sinner sins only because
he believes; that redemption is a winged
horse; that salvation is the rainbow colors
dripping from his eyes.
everyday, i wake to the smile of my fears
lying just next to me.
i carry it into the day, hoping against hope, that
these colors don’t run under my feet and
throw me off.
some days, when my back is on the ground, i
imagine riding a winged horse through the clouds,
wearing a rainbow helmet, singing “it’s only a bad
day, not a bad life.”