I've been feeling a lot of things towards my religion lately, especially after having not attended meetings for over two years now. I figured I may as well start to write things down, and let the healing process happen. It's rather interesting, that they say religion heals the soul, when for me, it has only opened wounds I never noticed it at first I thought it was normal That's why everyone else always cried at church, right? Wrong. Apparently, one can cry for joy The first time I did that was when I realized that religion doesn't need to be a bureaucratic web of rules and lists the dos the don'ts the checkpoints the benchmarks and rankings the haves and the have-nots and cycles of sin and confession and shame ~ Religion, for me at least is a word representing one's personal connection to the Divine, whatever that may be, according to each their own That's what I believe, and that's what healed my soul I think that's rather interesting.
The writings, poetry, and art of Morgan Rie, a queer & autistic young adult with an overzealous affinity for commas who is always looking for life's next challenge