He Was Never There to Lick My Wounds

*Personal Poem*

I’m the lost sheep beaten by my shepherd

wanting to be like the wolf that gnaws on my bone

I’m a peaceful sinner,

a vengeful saint

I worship God and the Devil in the same prayer

then to to bed athiest

.

non-believer never felt right on my tongue

but then again, neither did Christianity

and agnostic is too simple to describe my tiger-clawed faith

.

I don’t know who I am without God

but then again,

I never knew who I was with Him

I always had to hold my own knees up

even before He abandoned me

.

-Bree