I Prayed
I prayed to God until I lost all faith
I turned into a bundle of flesh
tied up in painful despair.
Mother and Father argued
arching over me
gods,
crippled,
unaware
deaf to my pain
blind to my tears.
my pain: mute, invisible,heavy.
But I am not the child of this pain
I am the child of many Gods
Gods and Goddesses that awaken
In all of your chests when I call.
But at times
My wounds,
unhealed,
will meet your wounds .
and hurt us both
as this bridge of comprehension
between these two convoluted distorted selves
is not yet able
to sustain our convalescence.
Iwill then bid farewell and leave you in the grace of the Pantheon you will create.
For now
I am painting the tunes of my Gods
and smell the thoughts of their influence
in this synaesthetic delight
Building Faith in the godliness in me
and our divinity
unapologetically sprouting out of us
in tears
or smiles.
