To Zion

I argued with God again last night. Asked him why me? What did i ever do wrong? Why come i never get to have my day in the sun? But he never answered. Never showed me anything to make me believe that i wasn’t alone. Maybe some people are never meant to be happy and guess i’m just some people. I don’t think i’m anything special. Just an average girl with a less than average life but i always tried to do right by others. Always followed the flow of life, never making ripples in the water, never trying to upset the balance. So what did i do to deserve this? I guess i’ll never know.

That’s when i realized something. If God wasn’t listening, who was? Who pays attention to what me and all the other misguided children think and do, if not God? If he isn’t listening then i guess i am truly alone and lost.

This is for me. I won’t pretend that I know you or that you can relate to anything that I write. Maybe I do and maybe you can. That doesn’t change things. This is still for me, for my own therapy.

I won’t pretend that I know all the answers or even some of them but what i do know is that i am no more than myself. A girl with normal expectations and hardly normal dreams. A girl who’s experienced a lot of pain and been through more than my dark brown eyes show.

My name is Zion and i won’t pretend to be anything else.