But my religion
bears no name
it's the sum-total
of what I am

never in public view
none's there to judge
me in my nakedness
nor my reputation to smudge

do I dwell
in the light
or covered with
the blackness of night?

do I need
to supplicate
plead for things
to celebrate?

I stumbled
and I fell
my struggles
none could tell

face-to-face
as confronted
in the mirror
am I comforted

or do I choose
that image to change
as it's not what I expected
alien, cold, feelingless and strange?

life stays apart
it takes no side
religion is that
which I create inside.