Was Leaving God The Best Choice?

This poem express opposite opinions depending which way you read it. This was my first time I wrote a poem in reverse and it was a challenge. Please forgive me if this don’t make sense. I will edit this eventually.

I am a failure
and I reject the fact that
I am a savior.
I realize this may be a shock, but
me having potential of being a pastor,
is a lie.
Blessings is not guaranteed every hour
In 30 years, I will tell the youth that
I have my responsibilities straight because
The devil’s tactics
is more prominent than
praying to Jesus.
Jesus is at the top of the ladder,
but this is will not matter,
humans continue to kill each other.
Satan is unconquerable
and I do not believe that
God is almighty and powerful.
Since I don’t always make the best choice,
the best choice

was leaving God

Now re-read this poem from bottom to top(in reverse).

What Is A Talent That You Love To Do?

Poetry is my heart and soul

Being a poet is my ultimate goal

I can view things in any direction.

God blessed me with an imagination

I break down words and dissect them.

I provide lessons and deep questions.

I’m imagining my writing being published.

Life around me is poetic

I can write 2 poems in day

Hell I can write 2 poems at a time.

I just need the space.

I just need the time.

Like a crossword puzzle

the words I will find.

Like a detective digging for clues

to solve a crime.

Dig into my mind

and my pencil is a shovel

as I write.

I want to be the best poet of all time

by writing whats right

and my style is I write

how I feel.

Like wheel of fortunate

each line on paper is blank

and the words I fill

until I completely express how I feel.

Words can kill

and I can slay

but words are uplifting

and I can heal.

I can’t even explain

how I do it.

All I know is I was blessed with a talent.

With pure silence

I find the zone when I’m alone.

close my eyes

like Dorthy for wanting to go back home.

Every situation I bring to light

like a document you can’t see in the dark.

As long as the pencil point is sharp

I will write poetry

until the beat inside my heart stops.