God, grant me the serenity
Damn, I hate this prayer.
It strips my identity.
God.
Hates.
Me.
to accept the things I cannot change,
Every week's the same.
I can't seem to rearrange
My.
Cursed.
Life.
the courage to change the things I can,
Drowning in the need
Spinning fast, lopsided fan
Drug.
Of.
Choice.
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Colors in my head
Waiting, my deliverance
I.
Feel.
Loved.
Note: The poem in italics is a portion of the Serenity Prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr recited in 12 Step meetings.
