A monologue to God

You’re far away, yet I feel suffocated.

I think about running to you

Like you are home.

I beg and plead for this universe to let me,

Finally make these decisions on my own.

Why do you get to decide what stays and what goes?

Who gave you power?

I used to think this was the plan,

That there is something greater.

Now, I re-evaluate if perhaps,

There is a secret chamber.

One that holds secret confessions and worldly possessions.

I long to get something off my chest.

A confession of sorts.

You must promise not to tell a single soul.

I will walk away when I am all done.

Nothing to look back to.

But for now, I’ll say, I will forever miss you.