I woke up this morning mad
because a God who answers prayers
didn’t answer mine.
I woke up this morning mad
because God gave me more breaths
than I wanted.
I woke up this morning mad
because God said not yet.
I’m not asking desperately to die,
and I’m not going to actually try
but everyday I ask God why
I can’t seem to feel him nearby.
I don’t know how much more I can cry.
I’m tired of looking up to the sky
waiting for a reply,
waiting for him to notify
me that it’s going to be okay someday
and these troubled times are just a pathway
to greatness that lies beyond what I can see,
but right now I just want to be free –
just not in a way that’s up to me.
The Caffeinated Writer 
Beautiful. So sincerely expressed. And in sharing this poem, people can see that they are not alone in their much moments of pain. And maybe you are here for the rest of us and that is Plan.
Beautiful poem thanks so much for sharing with us all ❤️
Ah yes more shall be revealed! I always love to hear “not yet”. Not “never,” just not yet
This is so real. Thank you for sharing this.
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This resonates with me on a deep level… I feel that deep sorrow of waking up feeling like this often. Thank you for putting words to what my heart feels.