Hypocrite

Sometimes I feel like…

A hypocrite.

I say that I don’t believe in a God

But, I do believe in something.

A higher power. Powers?

I don’t know.

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.

When the unimaginable happens

My heart breaks, my heart cries

I’m falling. Again.

“Pray”, they tell me, “Pray to God”

But how? How do I pray to a God?

One I am not… “faithful” to

Yes I believe. I believe.

Fate. Destiny. Higher power.

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.

I pray to a God

Telling.

Begging.

Don’t take them away.

Please. Please. Please.

Haven’t you taken enough?

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.

Why am I praying?

You have taken before.

You have teared me apart before.

Left me to pick up the pieces,

To put the puzzle that is my heart back together.

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.

Praying to a God, to a higher power

One that has taken. One that has given.

But I believe.

In what?

In who?

In myself. 

Because I am the one…

I AM THE ONE

That put that puzzle back together

Every time it’s been torn apart

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.

Not anymore.