Give up now, I want to say
If there is a God
he’s not listening
If there was a God
he would have noticed
your unwavering belief
your unswerving faith
MY OWN GOD
You hung your life
on those twin hooks
held on to them
to get you through
the toughest of times
Steadfast in your conviction
you always said,
“without prayer,
it could have been much worse”
Maybe it’s why I pray too
when I feel I can’t go on anymore
A cry to unseen forces for help
A plea for a shoulder to share the burden
No divine help arrives
but the very act of asking
seems to lighten the load
until I find the courage within
to shoulder the heft
Perhaps I am my own God