To Be Determined

i'm not being blasphemous - it's okay to be angry at god.

when you said i am
"fearfully and wonderfully made,"
i wonder if something was lost
in translation - a scroll missing,
words lost to time;

did you mean to make me
broken? i know you didn't
but it feels like a mistake;
unplanned, like me; in spite,
i put words into your mouth:

"i didn't think of her, half-formed,
all the sleep allotted for her
giving in the womb; all the rest
retained for when she comes back home."

you saw me and said
"it is good."
you refer me to the verses and 
i am supposed to believe.

i see the mirror every day.
i feel the fear.
i can't see the wonder.