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God, Is Freedom My Sin?: A Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


I never invited myself to this world

conceived by others' passion blast

for months unconscious and curled

before slapped for first cry -- not last.

They didn't like me the way I was born

so son I was remodeled by their sample

with a frequent ridicule and a tactless scorn

chances to stay myself were not really ample.

Then everyone else came like in stampede

to instill into me what life would be about

teachers, politicians planting their seed

making sure there would be a sprout.

So what was really my sin after all

was it that almost ruthless liberation

with marching into life instead of a crawl

listening to my own mind without hesitation.

Maybe that's why I gave up on story of God

tired of authorities and their silly preaching

accepting my sinfulness, imperfect, flawed

just forever guided by my own teaching.

© 2021 Val Karas

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