I never went to church.
Yet I write about God.
(metaphorically)
I don’t know why
I still capitalize the G.
A tourist crying in a cathedral,
I feel like an imposter
for wanting to be born aloft and broken down,
by my ideology rather than
Him.
There is such honesty in faith.
I am a liar
not for pretending to know God,
but for denying
Them.
Yet I write about God.
(metaphorically)
I don’t know why
I still capitalize the G.
A tourist crying in a cathedral,
I feel like an imposter
for wanting to be born aloft and broken down,
by my ideology rather than
Him.
There is such honesty in faith.
I am a liar
not for pretending to know God,
but for denying
Them.
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charvermont
Oct 25, 2020
I can relate to what you are saying - I've been raised atheist and every time I pass churches or we talk about religion in history class, it is sort of like a world that I'm peering into but don't belong in. It's a strange feeling