Sunday MasqueradeA Poem by Lorelei1969A young child's struggles of the life she sees within the church compared to life outside of church walls...Red shag carpets Pleather back pews Backsides and elbows Over muted strains from the organ I swing my feet Drum my fingers Shift my weight in the seat next to Momma How many “Amens” How many “Praise the Lords” How many shushings do I have to get Until this is done And I can go home to my dolls? Ugh…I have to sit still I have to be quiet After all it’s the house of God The house of God demands respect Respect? Yeah, that’s a noble idea.. Though I don’t see much of it Outside these drafty walls It’s like a masquerade party Everyone puts on a face that looks nothing like their own And when the party’s over The faces go “bye-bye” And what’s worn until the next masquerade leaves much to be desired I just want to go home to my dolls Where everything makes sense And I am free to move and squirm and wiggle Without feeling like I’m disappointing God © 2024 Lorelei1969 |
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Added on March 7, 2024 Last Updated on March 7, 2024 Tags: #ReligiousTrauma #FatherOverYond AuthorLorelei1969Petoskey, MIAboutA warrior woman with a twisted halo, a shadowed side, and a ragamuffin's soul... more..Writing
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