Weakness In Eman Poem by Ibn Ali

There's no worse feeling than fleeting faith
When your belief is strong but the actions don't correspond Or correlate
Hypocrisy
There's a tightness in my chest
I feel my soul suppressed, confined
Between the bones and enveloped in flesh
Fermenting, pruritus, to scratch would cause descent
My dalmatian heart
Each sin another dot
The space is running out
Each deed justling for spots
This heart needs to be washed
I hear the leaves rustling
It feels like a mammoth is sitting on my nerves
I see the fall
The faith keeps me balanced as I walk
There's no space for me to pause
The rope is shaking underneath
I'm pacing as I breathe
Hold strong
Don't close your eyes
You need to see where you place your feet
I can't walk straight if I'm willfully blind
But so long as I'm tethered
I won't fall
My mantra is engraved
And acid rain may fade the print
But the script
Is legible
Faded as it is