The Night I Spoke with God

The night I spoke with God

He offered me a box.

Inside was everything I had ever lost.

As I peaked inside and saw what used to be I felt sad.

Look, there was my smile.

Ironic, it's right next to my laugh.

And look, there was my self-esteem.

There's my child-like wonder.

My hope, my joy, my will to live.

And underneath that I saw my best friend from when I was growing up.

I saw the girl who got away.

There was my innocence and the pieces to my broken heart.

My appreciation for life's little moments.

I saw my grandmother's face smiling at me.

Just how I used to remember.

There were some friendships, relationships, and family members who have since passed into the next life.

All in this box that God gave me.

The further I dug, the more I remembered what else I lost.

There was also pain I had since healed from.

And some foolishness from my younger days.

There was my cowardice.

There was anger towards my family.

There were defeats I had not yet turned into victories.

There was hate and jealousy toward people who were undeserving of my negative emotions.

And there was myself.

God said I could pull one thing out this box of everything I had ever lost.

So I chose to pull out God.