Young Adult Poem

I know I'm comfortable

With the Idea of god

With the Idea of religion

in Sunday school I learned

about god and religion

in media I learned

about god and religion.

There was Jesus.

There was God.

There was Satan.

And there was an angel with wings

But even with all of this knowledge

With all of these believers

It's hard to believe

I want to believe

I long to believe

And sometimes I do.

But as much as I try

To fully believe

I can't

So why am I that way?