When Living Was Dying

A brief poem about my fundamentalist past

All that time I was living for God,
I was dying inside.

I prayed for him to take all of me—
and he did.

Not until I was almost actually
dead

did I understand—

that was no way
to live.

And then I chose
life.

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This is me dipping a toe into the new waters of writing more openly about my story.

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