Here is one of the many poems i have written. I do have to give credit to ChatGPT for making it sound professional, as well as for grammar corrections.
There was a time I thought obedience was love. That kneeling meant I was whole. I bowed, bled, broke, and called it salvation. I let the light consume me, even when it burned. They told me I was chosen. But all I ever felt was used. Hollowed out in the name of grace, while the world crumbled behind stained glass. I begged. I tried. I starved my soul just to stay good enough. But the sky never answered. And His silence got louder. Like praying into a war zone and calling the echo hope. The Devil found me there not to punish, but to offer a hand. He didn’t ask for worship. He didn’t demand purity. He just said: “You’ve been killing yourself for a god who never came.” He wasn’t evil. He was honest. He didn’t lie like Heaven did. He didn’t cover my wounds with scripture. He just looked at me, bleeding, and said, “You deserve to be free.” Now I live in the in-between. Too damned for redemption, too awake for blind faith. I’m not on the wrong side of Heaven. Heaven just turned its back on me. I don’t know if I’m saved, don’t know if I’m cursed. I just know this: I won’t kneel for silence again. If that makes me fallen, then I’ll fall. But I’ll fall on my terms.
