Implosion Within

 

I sit in a pew and pondering the few reasons to pray.

To celebrate the idea of life, I do so secretly.

Closing my eyes my soul widens increasing my vulnerability in a house of prayer. 

Speaking up I feel my body and soul relish in the feeling of openness, and question ideals buried under fresh flesh.

Then a flash of emotion covers me entirely as I open my eyes. 

Connection gone, however the ashes from the eruption covers my being and consciousness.

Similar to a warm blanket, though it truly being a feeling of conclusion covering me.

Utter glee bubbles up to finish me off. 

A sudden scoff brings my ideals to a reality.