I found your flyer on the street post by the math building surrounded by neon thumb tacks and uninviting tutoring slips

I am religious myself, I don’t mind meeting new people,

Considering new faces are typically abrupt to my look and voice

But you have shattered my vocal chord leaving me voiceless yet you did it all while praying with me

Openly you held my hand and said come as you are,

But here I am against this icy wind you call faith

What is faith?

Hush, you said. Listen to us, we are one of you.

You comforting words were dripping in blood, but I took them.

I listened and took them all unconditionally, as you taught me to do.

As you engraved in my brain for me to do.

The book of life you claim to be truth is far from my own truth 

Or do I know, what do I know, I don’t know.

But I know I am no longer vulnerable. 

Support from strangers ponders not much, but the worth and comfort you gave me was enough. 

I am your aimed target. Your red bullseye. Your additional number. Your crossed-off checklist. 

I found your flyer on the street post by the math building surrounded by neon thumb tacks and uninviting tutoring slips

I don’t know if I’m religious myself, and now I do mind meeting new people. 

Considering new faces are typically deceiving and trauma bearing.