God Talk

[Ebony The Enemy]

Dear God.
I’m sick to my guts with anxiety and fear.
These devils in my head are all that I can hear.
I’m paralyzed with frustration hoping for a safety that’s nowhere near.
I’m not the only one at risk.
The devils love to mock and jeer.
Taunts of torture weigh on my fragile mind.
My nervousness escalates.
I feel like I’ve got no control.
Nowhere to hide.
The terror escalates.
God?
Please say you’ll comfort me should the worst arise.
I’ve nothing left to invest in.
All I’m fed is lies.
At times the oppressor choses to unmask his disguise.
Reveals a thin veil of contempt.
I see the hate within his eyes.
Is that why they say we should pray for our enemy?
So they can be free of their own misery.
I’ve felt this way for so long God.
These fears are far from new.
Many a morning I have risen to evidence of abuse.
How many victims are there God?
Why do we suffer so?
Surely there is hope for those of us who want to grow.
Yet all the signs are pointing to the fact that no one cares.
Even those who do are too scared to speak out.
I can’t prepare.
I can’t invest or express myself without adding to the risk.
And so I ask of you dear God.
Why does evil even exist?