God

by Megan Tobias

I am

A worthless piece of trash.

I am the product of perfection,

Only

Mutated.

I am falling into a black abyss, feeling

The wind against my face, like freedom

Except I am in a prison

And I cannot escape.

I can see your hands reaching out, ready

To pull me from the hole that I have dug

Myself.

But I cannot extend my arms,

To accept your abounding grace.

I am the problem,

So sorry

That I gave you cause

To rip my world apart.

I never wanted to tell you

That

I couldn’t do it on my own.

I am

A crack in the world’s

Just paved sidewalk.

Only all of the kids don’t try to

Not

Walk all over me.

I am like an abandoned car,

Rusted out and falling apart,

Good

Only for the parts that can be sold.

And God, I have tried so hard to

Please you, but I haven’t done

Enough.