I’ve been eating my anger for too long.
See, I am angry with God.
He stole something of mine and I can’t have it back
And that, in itself, is the worst feeling in the universe.
Irrevocable.
I’ve tried to stuff my face with every single
item of food I can lay my hands on.
Maybe there is a kind of justice working my heart,
And that, in itself, is the most cruel of them all.
Unalterable.
When you then come to realise that everything
You’ve felt for, everything you’ve fought for
Is taken away from you in one second, only one,
That, in itself, is heart-wrenching and pitiful.
Irreversible.
And no matter how many times I go down
On bended knees, folding my hands and praying
To the one spirit above that changes the universe,
It doesn’t, in itself, ask for vengeance.
Only for grace, growth, and finding a way back home.
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