My Faith

I came to this world believing in miracles,
God, and faith.
But as I get older these feelings fade
into nothingness.
I can't seem to see God in the
everyday.
I only see the hardships and
poverty.
I want, I need to
believe.
Not only for me but for
my dear Mum.
And as I sit in church
my memories shuffle.
Even they can't show me
the truth.
I want to believe
in heaven and hell.
I need to believe that
my dead friends are somewhere.
But each day I wake
and realize I can't.
"Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name"
Is a line I choke to say.
I'm sorry dear mother.
I'm sorry dear God.
But I can't seem to find
my faith.

Author's Note

please tell me what you think...

Reviews

[ElizabethRaine]

Such a harsh and very serious subject. No one should be forced into any belief, no matter what kind. You really love tackling the serious matters and for that, I am a fan.

Only one correction I found:
"No only for me but for
my dear Mum."
Not only?

[Sarah W. French]

thanks, dearie!

[Lyana]

The subject matter is handled well, but I can't help but feel that it's too personal. I mean this in the sense of how it's written. It's more like a diary entry than poem. I also feel that some of the lines of this poem didn't emphasize the right words...