in her image

 
I don’t believe in God
that made me  
in her image.
but if there is,
 
when I’m alone,
I need her to listen
to all of my ramblings  
spoken,
out loud or on repeat
in my mind.
 
call it a cry for help
call it a prayer; fuck
call it whatever you want.
 
but if you do hear me,
if you do answer
please do not persuade me
to believe in you,
 
but encourage me
to carry on
with everything I have
left in me,  
 
to use every tool  
you bestowed  
to believe  
in myself.  
 
bydk 10/21/19