Dear Father

A poem on my experience with Religion

DEAR FATHER 

 

Father

Where were you when I was kicked to the streets

My mother, my sister, my brothers mistreated

My existence laced with sin and deceit  

Destined to live in perpetual defeat

 

Father

No one held us when our steps faltered

Unwelcome at your altar

My indecision

To you 

Left with nothing to offer

 

My God

I wanted to believe

Believe in the ease 

Of living to appease

When my faith was split in half

I walked down a forked path of fragmented glass

Bleeding through my misguided travels

Looking for my over-seeing angel

 

Alien thoughts, I felt withdrawn

Pushing away the Bible and Quran

With my hands set on fire 

Of a convict on trial

I lived in denial

But when hopes were higher

And I grew tired

I branched from the creeds

My façade, so fatigued

 

The dependence on you

Seemed to me

To be self-deprecating

And I wanted

I want

I want to believe

I am capable of serving a righteous life

without the unexplainable

promise of heaven and hell

For when I fell

It was the strength on my own that lifted me