Dear God

You have been replaced by Jesus,
By the masculinity with which I have never
Felt at home. I think of womanhood and
I cry from vengeance, from home, from a place
Of power that is so often disguised as my own
Victimhood. Because we so often seek
Our own destruction, it is imperative to find the truth
In metaphor and myth. It is imperative to find
The love and light whispered in soft baritones,
But also in anger and fear, in weakness and
In strength. The only vows that ever need to be
Made are to ourselves. To a miniature version of
Myself spinning beneath endless Victorian ceilings,
I take the redemption and shuck away the rest.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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