To the man at the store
waiting in line
behind me
buying the cheap
beer and frozen pizza
The one who
pointed out the
scar of
the lowest point
in my life
I’m not sure if you
were trying to shame
me
Or if in your ignorance
you just blurted out
your opinion
without any real thought
“God doesn’t like suicide”
I really did try to smile
and walk away
because I’m not that
person
I’m not someone who
lashes out
I’m not someone who lets
words shoot forth
without thinking them
through
I don’t have shame
for this scar
It’s a reminder of
the depths of darkness
I’ve survived
And I should’ve been content
with myself for
my strength
Shouldn’t have responded to your
statement
But your smug smile
and satisfactory stance
rubbed me just
the wrong way
on just the wrong day
And the words flew off
my tongue before I
could bite them back
“Is that so? How does God feel
about back woods ignorant
*** holes with poor eating
habits and bad taste in beer?”