September Poems (2023)

Headfirst, Backwards, and Upside Down

Our rollercoaster was climbing vertically
into the cyan sky,
every click higher an inch closer
to the stomach-dropping plunge—
death, or so she thought,

and then we're plummeting headfirst,
backwards and upside down
and my best friend cries:
"God, I'm sorry!
God, I repent!"

I have created the same fear she felt that day
from myself,
the sound of my sin makes me shudder.
Because of my own actions, I cry,
"God, I'm sorry;
God, I repent."