I Screamed at God
by ullie-kaye
I screamed at God
in my car today.
If my steering wheel
wouldn’t have heard it
then my pillow would have.
Or the tides.
Or the trees.
And I don’t know
if I should beg Him
for forgiveness or
if He’s happy that
the words I bring Him
aren’t always pretty.
Because most days
I’m not strong.
I’m just a weak human
with a strong God.