"Humility"

by Ryan Seramur

god

if he or she

or it

exists

is quiet

a few months ago

i knelt beside my bed

and for the first time

in a very long time

began to pray

despite years of

arrogance

disbelief

confusion

and doubt

i knelt there

at the bottom of the lowest of my worst

Alone.

Desperate.

my pride a dead horse

beaten

and beaten

and beaten

so I folded both hands

and eyes shut

head down

knees to the ground

mumbled a few brief breaths

to who or what I am still unsure

and

though I may be thought a fool

you know what?

it felt good