~Mommy Issues~
"God has forsaken me."
"He has left me to rot"
Young me was utterly distraught.
Clasped hands, pain in my ribs.
Salt in my mouth, I remember my last kiss.
The kiss was from a hand that would soon caress my face.
A hand that belongs to who put me here in the first place.
I would live, I would grow older,
much to my dismay.
I would come to find out,
God doesn't work that way.
God is in all of us, not in the sky.
So I figured out I forsook myself?
Mommy issues am I right?
YOU ARE READING
Am I Insane?
PoetryThese poems are musing, intrusive thoughts if you will, that I mangle and present to you. I hope you can find comfort here seeing all the complexity of emotion on paper.
