Atheism

I remember the exact moment I stopped believing in God,

In fifth grade, on the playground, I told her I was thinking about committing suicide,

She told me "if you do, you'll go to Hell" and toddled off to swing on the monkey bars.

I'm happy now, but I never stop wondering:

Where can you go when all you have is a rusted thimble,

And two lines that don't belong to the same poem? 

I don't want to know how a bird stays up by flapping its wings,

I want to know why he feels the need to fly South.

I'm tired of explaining that I don't care which muscles make your legs move,

Just tell me 'why' and know that 'how' doesn't help me keep mine in motion.

It seems odd, but I'd rather have my midlife crisis now,

I want an extra thirty years with everything figured out.

After all, we're just dancing on the tracks,

Can you blame me for wanting to figure out why before I hear the train coming? 

Reviews

[LamentedHaven]

Would you mind reading my revised commentary on atheism and telling me what you think?

[J. Kell]

This was beautifully written, came across it by chance. Very personal and honest.