Cross You WearA Poem by Caitlyn MurphyI'm a Pagan in a Christan household. One day, my stepmother found one of my pentagrams and flew off the handle. In my annoyance and general fed-up attitude, this came to me.
That Cross you wear? It is not mine to bear. I choose the stars. Circle-bound as they are. My pentagram; Not your sacrificed Lamb. My elements - Just like your sacraments. In perfect love From the Divine above, In perfect trust, I will do what I must. To suffer through Your do’s and don’t do’s. Until the day I can just walk away. You can hate me. You can refuse to see. It’s who I am. I choose my pentagram. This star I wear? Not your burden to bear. It’s my choice. To stand up; raise my voice. And say it loud. “I’m Pagan. And I’m proud.” © 2008 Caitlyn MurphyAuthor's Note
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Added on December 17, 2008 AuthorCaitlyn MurphyLawernceburg, INAboutI spent the first 14 years of my life in Connecticut with my mother before moving to Indiana to live with my father and attend high school. I first started writing in when I was about twelve. I'm your.. more..Writing
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