Father,
I love the moon, I love the sun,
I love the earth it shines upon,
They all are different, familiar to none,
Yet in this difference, you can see
that they all co-exist in codependency.
I love the God of wrath and pain,
I love the god of joy and leisure,
I love the gods that aren't frequently talked of,
They all rule accordingly and are inferior to none.
I wish to ask you,
What part of me has sparked such hate for me in you?
Is it the way I fit into none of your molds
Or is it because I fit in all,
All of the ones you despise.
YOU ARE READING
I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...
