As a kid,
Christianity was my
Favorite subject.
Being a kid,
I didn't have any
Ties with The Lord
To connect.
I didn't like church.
I prayed to him once,
My prayers were answered.
I prayed that my mother
Would have enough money
To buy her kids whatever
They wanted.
I prayed twice,
My prayers were answered.
I've forgotten what it was.
Maybe it was to get away
From my family.
Anyway,
It happened -
At 19,
I started living on my own.
Then I had a nightmare.
The church I was forced
To attend.
Everything was red.
I was sitting on the
Church benches.
I step out onto the isle,
Walking up to the altar.
Every church member gathered
Around me in a circle,
Holding axes.
Some walked up to me,
To stab me with their axe.
Some even threw their axe
At me,
Hitting me.
The nightmare ends,
And I wake inside the church.
After that,
I felt scared of Christianity,
And became an atheist.
I was still a kid -
Atheism was all I knew,
Besides Christianity.
As I grew,
The more I learned about
Other religions and beliefs.
At 16,
I was spiritually agnostic-
All the way up until
I was 19.
A deity reached out to me,
The Morrigan,
A Celtic deity who is a triple
Goddess.
This changed my belief.
I decide to go to a religion
That seems to fit me;
Polytheism.
Then a god reached out to me,
Apollo -
Greek god of medicine,
Oracles,
Poetry,
Music,
And many more.
I asked if he was the one
That answered my prayers.
He said, 'Yes.'
This changes everything.
I'm grateful for having them
In my life.
Blessed Be.
-
Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2025 14:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I think that religion shouldn't be pushed onto kids.
- Category: Short story
- Views: 7
Comments2
A most interesting write of belief and disbelief. One's thoughts shaped by parents and those around us and a need to have our own thoughts and beliefs. Well done
This is a heartfelt and vivid story of fear, growth, and spiritual discovery. The nightmare is intense, and the ending feels peaceful and empowering. Nicely written story in poetic form.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.