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I am my own savior

Writer: EllieEllie

Updated: Jun 26, 2024

I crucified myself on a cross you made me.

you taught me to be a martyr,

though you professed to worship the father of all martyrs,

we worshipped ourselves

sang our own praises

as we described the ways we sacrificed,

laid our lives down for others to tread on


giving money when we were in debt

giving time when we hardly slept

and testifying of god’s goodness when we didn’t die

from the sheer exhaustion, the wasted effort


the sentiment “if I had I would give” -

the lord said this was enough for him

but it was not enough for the church.

unwavering loyalty,

obedience nigh unto death,

that was what the church demanded

it would take no less

if you could still walk and speak and breathe,

you could always give more


the boards of duty and pride were nailed together

a perpendicular symbol of calvary -

these were the hills we would die on.


and I, I climbed those hills willingly,

mounting calvary,

looking to the sky,

asking if there was no other way.

the silence from heaven was enough for me -

there was no other way

I drank the dregs of the bitter cup,

walked in the lord’s ways until they led me to the cross

and then I mounted it,

thrust my hands into the nails and lost my sanity

lost all life force.

My god, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?

It was one thousand and ninety-five days, not three, until I lived again

and it was not the lord who raised me -


It was I

I was there all along, when no one else was

I understood, when no one else could understand

I listened and I saw when no one else did

It was I who paid the price for me to live again

It was I who carried me to doctors, therapists, embalmers for the soul

It was I who obtained the embalming, lamotrigine in place of myrrh

It was I who rose myself from the dead, it was I who saved my soul.


And so I do not worship the father of all martyrs,

for he may have died, but he died in vain,

his sacrifice ineffectual as a tool to ease the pain,

his payment void as a means to purchase redemption.

And so after all, I took it upon myself -

I sacrificed myself and paid my own redemption.

they said of him,

he saved others, himself he cannot save.

perhaps they will say of me,

she could not save others, but herself she could save.

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