Jun 02, 2021
I stand before God.
I remember the person I lied to.
I remember the tears I have brought to others.
I remember who I am.
I wonder if God would want it any other way.
I remember his rainbow.
I ask, “What is wrong with my love for rainbows?”
I cannot change this.
Would he want me to think any other way?
He created my image.
I live with it.
I am burdened with it.
My existence is a sin I cannot change.
Does he want me any other way?
This thought trickles into other aspects of me.
Do I want me any other way?
I pivot from internal love to hate.
My blueprint remains the same.