The water is muddy
and prayers make no sound.
Dying feels easy when
the world is saying drown.
Oh, where is mercy?
Where are dreams
when blaming owns tongues?
Too little is too late
when the ladder has no rungs.
It’s hard treading muddy water
with a sin tag on your shoulder.
Dying feels easy when
the world is saying drown.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Today I had a conversation with a young woman on a Facebook comment. I didn't know her, but she responded to my comment about being a recovering Southern Baptist. Her words broke my heart.
These are her words: "I was on the wrong side of being Southern Baptist. They
don't take too kindly to us gays, lol. But for real, growing up gay in a Southern Baptist church
was traumatic.
I STILL consider suicide because I'm gay thanks to the
shit my family says to me. Thanks to the shit "Christians" say to me.
I LEGIT want to die because I'm gay. It's super lonely when you love people and a God that
DON'T love you back."
I told her I cared, because I do. You would have to be heartless to not feel the pain in her words. She will always have a place in my heart.
