Faith decays faster than it grows.

You weren’t with me at night when
I went to sleep
so how could I know you
would be with me when I awoke.

I never told you about my recurring dreams.

The one where I’m
standing on the stairs
as they turn to sand
and swallow me.

The one where I’m
drowning in a drinking fountain

reaching out for you
as you turn from me.

I never told you I was afraid
to leave my room.

I didn’t think you would remember
anyway.

If I could never trust my father
how I could I ever believe in God.