My relationship with God,
Is the same as with my father,
Push and pull.
I doubt of his love,
As I’m sure he doubts mine.
It’s complicated and convoluted.
A mixture of anger and love
For how can I hate my own reflection?
“We were made in God’s image.”
Perhaps that has always been the problem.
Tell me, how do I deal with all these emotions?
Waning from exuberance to morosity,
An enigma not wishing to be solved.
I was not made to be a God
Only a human
So tell me, how do I deal with the world falling apart,
Every time I open my eyes?
I dreamt of Godhood once
It was not all it was made up to be.
About the Creator
Chasing.after.stars
I'm an avid reader of mystery books and a Marvel fan. I enjoy writing so I'll treat this place as somewhere to leave my longer form of writing. I hope anyone who comes across my poems or prose enjoys it. Enjoy this ride with me :>



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