Let Me See You

God you are my father, my dad. Where would I be without you? Lost. A man without purpose. Dissolving slowly into my mental illness like quicksand. A victim of my own hypocrisy like a snake that eats itself, a child without hope. A future with only doom.

God You train my fingers for battle. So unbelievably dexterous have they become, they clutch the sword like it was one of my body’s own appendages.

God you are the king of kings.