I am an imposter, the word spiritual makes it be.

Holier than though, graced with God’s blessings- peace.

I am an imposter as my past cycles return, the pain and rage, why is this so obsurd?

Imposter means not me, but who am I instead?

Where did I go, and who is lying in my bed?

Spiritual, blessed it doesn’t mean perfect, it doesn’t mean right with no wrong.

Being a follower of spirituality and God means the biggest fights of all.

Holding back and breaking free, emotions always fly.

For as a spiritual imposter, one day I will learn how to live and die.