At Least Afloat

I struggle to shake hands with God:

It’s not that I’m ungrateful,

Unworthy wouldn’t sound so odd,

And maybe mildly hateful

Of myself, I could do better now

I could just write it off, but

I stare and wonder, still, at how

You treat me like an offcut.

I struggle to shake hands with you:

It’s not like I could do it,

I struggle with the point of view

Of loving, do I rue it?

And you know nothing, years behind:

You were cruel for you were too kind,

And I could only be so blind,

It cuts me to the heart and mind

That mercy kissing isn’t that;

And, thus, Lord, I take off my hat.

By Bella 🙂