You think you understand. You think you know God. Because you have knowledge means what? Someone to look up to? Someone to trust? You...

I don't need you. I needed you. This is that child. You didn't want to see me. I needed to feel safe. You didn't provide. You didn't give...

I grieve for the person I once was. I know you existed. And I try to remember. But I am broken. I have become a stranger.