u/emward777

hey everyone i just wrote a poem about my experience deconstructing. i wanted to share it here in case anyone else could read it and maybe enjoy it.

did my angels leave my side?
did i take them by suprise?
jesus taught me lessons but god made my cry
id like to think things should have been changed
if someone told me as a child she didn't need to be saved
if i don't believe in god anymore who listens when i pray?
my loved ones that died, the trees, or the sky?
it's nice to think someone's listening either way