I have found that the only time I believe in God Is when I am angry with him In times of joy I don’t tilt my head to the sky To preach my thanks It is only in moments of pain When I am on my knees Feeling closer to hell than heaven That I allow his existence And while I have never been religious The cruelty of the Father Might just change my mind I curse his barbarity And I condemn his apathy I press my cheek to the floor And beg for his comfort And when it does not come My words turn more vicious I ask him how the world looks From up there on his golden high horse How he can witness mothers scream and children die And yet stay compliment on his throne “Is it because you are ashamed?” “Is it because you are scared?” He has yet to give me an answer.
Elena Williams is a high school student from Maine. She enjoys reading in her free time and aspires to write a book someday.