Confession.

"Tell us the full story!"

"Okay, sure."

When I was nine, I got angry at my mother,

Locked myself in my room, refusing to see another,

Knelt right next to bed, just praying to my Father,

I don't remember how or when; the subject changed to my grandfather.

Started saying a few things about his purpose-driven work,

Talking to God about the good, the bad and the worst,

Then, this part is something I try not to remember,

But that day, I asked God if Grandpa could die in December.

Well, to my utter surprise, my grandpa passed in the month of October,

And when my mom told me the news, I was incredibly sober,

We buried him in January 2020, and I thought it was over,

That maybe it didn't matter if I lied or suffered.

That same year, some pandemic wiped a lot of people out,

But my trauma was the only thing I could think about,

Started having all these thoughts that seemed to dance around,

Now I'm fourteen, and the stress?

I guess it's been holding my happiness down.