Hope

I'm asked to imagine myself in a Church.
I'm asked to imagine myself as a believer. 
I'm asked how I feel. 
And I feel 
Alone. 

And that scares me. 
Because it changes everything. 
I have a life but no one will see,
I have a song but no voice to sing, 
I am alone. 

And I wish I believed.
But something stops me.
A loved one that I've had to grieve, 
Endless sorrow that I always see, 
I feel alone. 

And I wonder if there really is something there.
I wonder why people believe. 
I wonder if there's Someone who watches over and cares, 
I wonder if there's Someone who never leaves.
I don't want to be alone. 

But then I realise.
I may not have a strong religion or faith, 
I may see some of it as lies,
But there is always someone to make me feel safe,
My own God in disguise. 

I have love, I have family,
I have happiness and warmth,
I have several watchers,
Who are the sun in the middle of a storm. 
 

They are the keys to fit the locks
that open up my heart. 
Removing all of the sorrow,  
The Hope in Pandora's box. 
Am I am not alone. 

So I imagine myself in a Church. 
I am a believer
in love. 
What do I feel? 
I feel whole. 
Because I'm not alone.
Because I've never been alone.