A Rough and Unfinished Journey to Faith
a poem
When I was a child
I prayed and prayed
for safety,
for warmth,
for change —
/
until I dropped all hope,
instead shouldering
a lifetime of shame,
believing that even God
would not intervene,
and that I deserved…
this.
/
As a teen
it was thus easier,
better, let’s say,
for my mental health
to be staunchly atheist —
/
to believe that
no one stopped the harm
because no deity witnessed with their eyes,
nor adults listened with their ears,
that no one was reliable,
other than myself.
/
In the healing journey,
I now realize,
that each bond
between a person and another
is different,
and that trust can be built,
one brick at a time;
that I can trust another.
/
Which also means that
between a person and their faith
can hold the same uniqueness and meaning.
While I have not regained trust in Him, nor Her,
nor Anyone Above quite yet,
this previously firmly closed door
now lays ajar,
open to possibilities.
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