Letting Go

The dam of my angst has broken

I am no longer afraid to write it

To hell with your concepts of hell

I can’t hold to your beliefs anymore

Hasn’t worked, hasn’t helped

It only breaks, only kills

I have loosed the accuser within

Death and destruction only followed him

Mercy, mercy for whatever does exist

If this is freedom let it flow

If this is bondage let it bind

I can only know when I fully let go

The lies, the half truths, the sins of my fathers, the sins of my youth

Goodbye to all

The death of belief

Can be such a relief

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Decluttering Religion.

Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.

Brave New Girl

A girl and her adventures

Mitch Teemley

The Power of Story

In My Father's House

"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3

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