I’ve never felt comfortable on my knees
Praying for insight or reprieve
Hoping that heaven is listening or that the devil hasn’t seen.
I’d rather stand at the intersection of my pain and release, the place where my fears and truths meet.
I couldn’t pray for clarity or peace
My words abandoned behind gritted teeth
As I struggle to steady my own heartbeat.
I’d rather run towards accountability and consequence before I ever stop standing on my own two feet.
I won’t pray in a church where folks trade fallacies for absolution with the passing of a collection plate.
“Sin” is just a word used to placate the meek but I’d trade tithes for tides any day, healing as my sins are washed away.
So where do I go when I’m feeling weak?
Who do I pray to when I need relief?