The Boy You Threw In The Lion's Den
Dear divinity.
I have many questions for you
That I'm not sure you'll ever answer
Because over the last few years of my life
My fealty to you
Has grown less and less steadfast.
Our relationship has always been
A constant game
Of "The Sufferer
And The Witness".
Do not take this to heart
But throughout my life
You have become more like
A child burning ants
With his shiny new magnifying glass
Than an ally
Or a friend.
I grew up believing you had a plan for me.
At least,
That's what my family would say.
The notion that you had my life plotted out for me from the start,
It irks me.
What is the point
Of putting me through this seemingly
Never-ending trauma
My whole life?
What is satisfying about it?
I prayed to you
Night.
After night.
After night.
No answer.
I called out to you
After every tragedy,
After every instance of abuse.
Why would you not answer?
I didn't know what was happening to me.
I thought it was all a game.
Nobody told me
That what was happening to me
Wasn't normal,
That it was wrong,
That it was illegal.
I was told
That you would reward those
Who passed all your trials and tribulations.
Who survived every hardship
You placed in front of them.
Will that day ever come for me?
If I've lost my faith
Believe that it is your own doing.
I bowed at your feet for mercy many a time.
I begged for you to stop torturing me.
Every day I wake up
And see the me
That used to be,
Before the storm,
Staring back in the mirror.
The child you abandoned.
The son you neglected.
The one who put his trust in you
And said "God
If you are above,
Please gift me your saving grace,
For the life you have given me
Has left me questioning
If I should leave this mortal plane
In a way not unlike my father.
Please,
I beg of you,
Grant me your mercy
For once in my life."
I don't even know
Why I'm writing this.
It's not like you'll ever read this.
You didn't care before
And nothing you could do now
Can erase the horrors I've suffered.
I don't want justice
For the crimes committed against me.
It won't prevent the nightmares.
It won't bring me peace.
It won't put the smile
Back on my face.
It won't destroy the numbness
That has plagued my heart
And weighed heavy on my shoulders
For oh so many years.
All I ask
Is that if you are somehow reading this
Please
Give me a sign.
Yours truly,
Daniel
The boy you threw in the lion's den