poem by: Kimberly Lucier
Written on Aug 28, 2017

You take 
The word says, I have no right to keep from you anything. 
I have been taken from my whole life and I have no right to feel the way I do- 
"I" am the sinful one. 
The one who denies "it". 
God will not hear my prayers, because I deny and now I am rage.
If I give, I feel rage, if I deny I feel guilt. 
Rage or guilt- I'll take numb. It's nice there, no one to hurt, to love or to have love in return. 
Alone, that's where I like to be. Nothingness, void of all conflict. 
Me, myself and my thoughts. 
I like it here, I think I'll stay a while, since God cannot hear me anyways and there is no cure for what I have. 
I was the victim, but I'm the one who is supposed to get over it and keep giving and giving and giving. 
I have no rights to my feelings. According to the man, I'm sinful-
so, why not give into sin tonight. 


Tags: sad, anger, confused, pain,


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