They say “don’t ask God why,”
but I want to know.
You can take it. You are LORD—
I check myself because you’re Holy, though.
No disrespect, my King, but why
Did You choose someone like I?
If there’s one thing I have learned,
it’s how my heart is twisted, turned—
The depths of all my vanity,
my doubt, my insecurity.
Creativity, productivity—
it’s my drug, my affinity.
It’s my antidote when giddily
I self-medicate validity.
Yet there’s no end to malignity,
I drown inside toxicity.
From antiquity its grip on me
Has tried to kill divinity.
Inside of me, infinity,
but God, tbh… I just can’t see
Why You had to choose someone like D. S. (Es)
Que aquí un poco frita
I can't keep up
like a grill left on too long.
Living life like this has got me burnt
Out, Papi.
Bones, so brittle,
Feeling little
Which ain’t easy
When my weight starts
With the number three.
See?
I’m out here telling secrets
like I want to be exposed
Cause my soul is thirsty
Yet I resent my role.
Light of the world, you said.
No longer living as dead.
Pardon me, Lord… what’s it mean though
When I can’t shake that
dead man’s hold?
Why do I want him so bad?
Out here like Bates with his Ma.
Here like Dahmer, with a jar.
Is that too far?
Where’s the lie?
I’m not fine,
Not okay,
Bleeding out on this page.
So my question, dear God,
Is, forgive me, but WHY!?
If it’s no longer me
but sin living in me,
Why is it all I want is to flee
and live riotously?
The fight with dark’s too hard,
Almost ready to give up,
have I gone too far?
Will you give me over to my reprobate mind?
Oh, please don’t God. I cry
When I think of your scars
Bearing mine on the cross,
Thinking of me as you die.
Oh my God, please forgive
Me, I know, God, I see.
You are kind not to strike me down,
Dead for thinking
Like this.
But God…
Why
Did
You
Choose
Me?
Because I love you,
you say, though I keep losing my way.
I’m with you where you go,
In the valley or mountain.
When I sin, where are you?
I’m still here though it grieves me.
When I doubt?
Yep. Still here. You can’t out-sin my grace, see?
Wouldn’t it be easier
to strike me down
To start over
with a clean slate
To Flood my life and wipe me out
Like you did those in Genesis?
To let the Red Sea waters fall
Like Pharaoh and his horsemen
In Exodus. Or like the sons of Korah
When you let the ground swallow them?
Too soon?
Hardly
I took your wrath upon myself
When I hung on the tree.
But you know what came next…
I was back by day three.
And If I can do that,
trust I’ll deal with your heart.
Yes it hurts, but much more to keep living like that.
Facts. No printer.
My finger
wrote the law in your heart.
Yeah.
You don’t have to keep it
to be a child of mine…
but you do have to believe. Do you?
Yes, Lord. How could I Not?
when you took me out of the miry clay,
set my feet upon a rock
and established my steps,
cleaned me up, trash took out,
when you called me by name,
and although I struggle
I’ll never be the same.
I started a work, but try me.
I’m not like a man.
If I say it, it’s done.
I keep my word.
Amen.
Sorry, Jesus.
It’s okay, I remember
I made you from dust.
Hey!
*laughs*
Baby, you’re mine, in My hand for all time.
Okay then, guess that’s fine.
Guess!?
Bombastic side eye from on high? You do too much, God.
Do I?
No. You’re perfect.
You are gracious and kind.
I love you, God.
I loved you first. It’s time for sleep.
Pray the Lord my Soul to keep?
Already done, little sheep.
Goodnight, King. Can you sing?
Yes, now rest in my peace.
Trust.
I am doing a new thing.
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.


Comments (4)
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Amazing poets
Fabulous ♦️♦️♦️
Beautiful poem! I ask myself this question all the time! Great work!
What a poetry piece it is? After reading this poem, I am feeling fresh. Thanks for sharing D.S. Fischella.