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.

)
Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade