Daze of Divinity // End of Daze

[brynmawr1]

Do your best.
Leave the rest
To Jesus.
My mom said in regards
to my mental health advocacy.

She might as well said,
"Well at least you're healthy
just let your peers be forgotten".

I've seen a preacher
mumbling nonsense
claiming to be healer.

Curing cancers,
crippled folks walking
Pray away the pandemic 
answer your pastors calling.
No questions please, only tithing. 
 
Let go and let God
policy of the privileged.
Survival of the fittest,
Knell to the richest.

I'm sick of trusting
the notion of karma.
No one holds a capitalists accountable.
Especially big pharma.

Cures make for bad business.
Treatment with side effects

leading to another product
the pharmacy might have in stock.
Great, looks like I'm in luck.

Living to work another day.
Last week I got a raise,
God is good they say.

I'm an ex-Catholic with schizoaffective.
My memory is so bad
I use my poems to be reflective.

I remember being a young adult 
letting go on a reservation church
hoping, praying, asking, begging
to stop taking these pills
that made me feel so numb.

What I wish my mom would have said.
Is be true to yourself day by day.
Never stop righteously rambling
for those you love.

You don't need permission from me,
or from above.
To love you're friends, be a living witness.

That time heals wounds.
Inner trust silences unwanted voices.
You are able to make the right choices.
Live life to love listen to your hurting friends.

Compassion, honesty,
stay grounded till you mend.

Don't be worried about the end.

Bunx,
Very poignant.  Thanks for the read.
Bryn