poetical nonsensical mischief...

(mention of religious abuse, cultic control; readers be advised)

they made my life a cold, black hole,
their cultic mind, I feared it - 
no warmth or safety in their “light”
god the father, god the son, holy hollow spirit 

for nineteen years, the Twilight Zone,
without kind words from Serling.
I read the Scripture and feared the part
of Revelation’s purring 

don’t think! don’t question! do not frown,
each girl worldly woman will burn
“Oh, Sinner!”, hissed the saintly mob
when will I ever learn?

I enter big dark hidden rooms
I see their shoes and belts - 
I did not have to die to see
the familiar face of Hell 

which one will grant my freedom,
eternity or mutiny?
on second thought, I’ll grant my own
and smile at their smiles scrutiny! 

don’t ache for this writer’s soul, my friend
this spellbound child grew older
she broke her way out of their grasp
and stepped into the earth before her!

I found my Yellow Brick Road to Oz
but this time.. it was real!
I need not follow, or “join the cause”
I’m building an identity with zeal! 

cut my hair and show some cleavage? 
maybe… okay, I’ll take it! 
I’m breaking the spell that froze me over.
You know... I think we’ll make it

now I read and ponder and question, “why not?”
I love my witchy astronomy. 
I have a career and husband and home,
I relish in my autonomy! 

each one of you, both young and old
can break their spell as well
bewitched no longer! well.. trying to be!
great news.. there is no hell 

from this child, to a mother or another:
Forgive yourself, I know I do.
that church sinking sand can’t reach me now
I got out and you can too

~Ciara