I don't know how to tell
the silly boy
I decided to trust again
that dance is my temporary church
and I do not mean that to blaspheme.

I have no church family,
no roots
though I'm trying to grow them
and they keep getting snipped.
I am a wanderer,
cut off.

and there are few times
when I don't feel like a
worthless piece of shit
no matter how often I
pray to God that he correct
this fucking pathetic, vain
way of thinking.

when I dance,
I am chasing something Beautiful,
something Good,
I can turn my mind away from me
and my soul is so filled with joy
it forgets every mar on the world
and rises to sing praises
at Heaven's gate.

I will be a lark at break of day rising
for I know the sun I seek
can be found wherever I look