where’s my god

At 12 years old

I felt god holding my hand

I felt him

Walking me through middle school

Every step of the way

I had someone looking after me

The magnitude of energy

And faith

That warmed my soul

Was tenfold

Was

Tenfold

 

At 14 years old

I felt god

Starting to get unsure of the place he held in my heart

Like a dusted book of poetry

There is soul

And there is light

Beneath the many coats of

Pathetic conformity

And teenage self-centeredness

Slowly

I was learning to coil my body around my concerns

My beliefs

My goals

Leaving no room for the rest of the world

“I’m glad that I am me”

“I’m glad that I am me”

“I’m glad that I am me”

They’d make us say at school

Like maybe if we drum it into our ears

It’ll become more of a collection of sounds our mind can forget

Than an actual message we’ll always remember

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