God, Plan, Purpose
inspired by a prompt to write a poem about a feeling
I’m trying to write a poem about sadness,
the kind that fits inside an accepted shape,
where loss and sorrow are polite enough
to be read without looking away.
I keep repeating others’ words—
God, plan, purpose, strength,
not because I believe them,
but because others do, and I need an in.
God is less real to me than Santa Claus,
but I use the name anyway
because it comes from mouths that trust their words
when they talk about their pain.
Then I delete him, every time,
not as rebellion, but accuracy—
because what I have actually seen
shows nothing of him.
I keep going on without him,
naming what remains when belief is not present—
alienation, maybe, or the quiet space
where no one looks up when I speak.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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