Mother and Father

Another poem about conflict because what else is there to write about

I called on God�"
and He kept testing me.
Testing my pride,
my hunger, my love�"
every version of me.
I called on the Devil once.
He answered.
He comforted.
He showed me something like love.
I was broken�"then fixed,
grateful�"then vexed.
Hate softened into love,
my blues turned white like a dove.
She stayed by my side.
I slept on her hide,
slept deeply�"
the hound warm,
comforting… almost like my mother.
I was afraid.
But God frightened me too,
so fear followed me either way.
I wanted nothing�"
nothing but peace,
yet still… I had to pay.
Why did He wait?
Why did He test me?
I had to choose�"
to weigh heaven against her…
and then�"