Poetry,  Religious Trauma

Finding Love in all the Wrong Places

I’ve found love in all the wrong places, and encountered peace where it wasn’t supposed to be.

I’ve discovered a sense of purpose in what I was told would be meaningless, experienced joy in situations I was warned would bring pain.

Healing has come from the very things I was taught would damage me, I even felt the safest from decisions that were supposedly dangerous.

The truth I was looking for turned out to be unorthodox and the saints I’ve met have all been sinners.

I’ve encountered God amongst the ungodly and I have come face to face with goodness in perhaps the most surprising of places – I have found it in myself.

Now I really have to wonder – what exactly did they try so hard to keep me from?

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