Hawai'i Preparatory Academy

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    Kamuela, Hawaii, 96743

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    A Hopeless Faith

    May 7, 2018

    I think…

    I come from the Heavens,

    For the face of the sky is scattered glowing freckles

    that mirror the dark ones on my cheeks and this is why I think

    I come from Hell.  

    The spots on my face are backwards stars,

    Each one makes up a larger piece

    of a dark black shard of ice I had to smash through

    As I crawled up out of hell after it froze over.

    I think…

    I come from hope.  

    My imagination is to blame for my months spent as a child

    Collecting every bird feather I could find

    With the intention of sewing them into a pair of wings.

    And I come from a hopeless faith because when I realized

    That the human body was not meant to fly

    I sent prayer after unanswered prayer up into the sky

    To whatever God I didn’t believe in

    Asking why exactly it was,

    That my wings would not grow.

    I am now as old as I have ever been

    And have aged to know that it’s not the wings

    composed of hand-me-down feathers I should be holding onto,

    But rather the naivety that propelled me up

    Instead of holding me captive.

    I want to grab hold to the kind of spirit that doused me

    In the belief that


    I will be soaring.

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