Can we just sit a moment? At the place where we used to dwell?
At the side of the well, where you cleansed me?
Sometimes I don’t really know what to say to you?
Are you even there when I speak to you?
Because I can’t hear you, and truly never have.
The words on a page spoken by a preacher have a different meaning than the words you actually said.
If you made me this way, in such a way, then why do your people hate what I have to say?
My deconstruction lit me up like a Christmas Tree yet it took me away from Christianity, and I’m honestly glad for that because I’ve never been this happy.
My belief in you has changed, are you ok with that?
Because I can’t believe in you like that anymore.
The harm your people have done in your name has scarred me more than my bullies ever have.
“Oh but there’s good Christians” they say. But meanwhile you’re light years away. So what the fuck do you have to say?
Again… I hear nothing. But that’s ok. My deconstruction has let me know that this is the way.
I still believe in you. I still love you. Even if I never hear a word that you say.
I’ll just have to hope that you’re ok with who I am.
I’d rather be me than who I’ve been.
And if that’s something that you can’t understand,
Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with me messing up your plan.
Because I am who I am, and I won’t play pretend.
© Spiritual Animystical
MEANING:
I started a creative writing class tonight and this was what I wrote for the 15 minute prompt.
Writing Prompt was a letter to God. Talk to God like a friend or family member that you can be brutally honest with.
