My Father Once Told Me...

This was written when I started out as a Satanist in 2014. It gives a brief history as I started from a Christian background. The poem itself is ABCA. The last stanza is an anecdote.

When I was a little girl I never knew my father.
My ears were deaf to his words.
My body was oblivious to his presence.
He was the one my mother taught me not to bother.

I had always sensed his presence about.
I’d tell my mother when I did.
She would always take me to my stepfather’s house.
I never engaged in the talks with him, I was always ready to get out.

I always thought to hate my father since mother and stepfather said to.
But I never saw a reason why, I guess innocence played a role.
Sometimes he’d pop up out of the blue.

But not knowing who he was, his hints I’d see through.

After Stepfather crumbled and died in my heart, Father sat me down.
His eyes were honest, and face shrouded in mystery and wisdom.
He held and hugged me, which is something Stepfather never did.
What Father said to me next obliterated all of my frowns.

He smiled at me and gave me a small tree.
He told me to seek knowledge and never to stop.
He told me of good, he told me of bad, and responsibility.
Specifically he told me to open my third eye to see.

To achieve my responsible living, I awakened art and muse for freedom from institution.
Father smiled as he watched me take advantage of the knowledge provided.
He danced with me; proud of me, but then he stopped… and sent me up into the physical world.

Father patted my head and called me the thought of evolution.

From then I lived alone, Father and his helpers in mind.
From that fateful day of his calling me, Stepfather’s decomposition steadily increased.
I was liberated, freed, for once I could actually see.
Into my mind I delved, I left all other foolishness behind.

Life has been fine since I was able to see, and Stepfather has been obliterated and ignored.
And I’ll never forget what my Father told me that day when I was unleashed:
“…destruction and creation are in your hands as much as they are Mine... Do not be afraid to create. Do not be afraid to destroy… Create with all your being. Destroy with all your being. You will not be created any more by creating than you will be destroyed by destroying… I tell you to delight in what you have destroyed.”

Author's Note

The poem tells a story, I was hoping the story came through clearly. The bottom stanza is part of the poem but intentionally breaks the structure. This was an "inspired" and on the spot piece so it's a little jagged. Any clean up help is appreciated.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like 'Do not be afraid to create.' Amen to that. And 'Create with all your being.' A strong poem of a personal coming to enlightenment and vision.

As to clean up. Might try and knock out a few words (destroy even!). There are several 'always' near the top. Maybe vary somehow. 'Take advantage' could be tightened.Perhaps a better word than 'Specifically'? Could drop 'steadily' and 'actually' without losing any meaning.

'Into my mind I delved' is the most interesting line for me.

[Harlotte Crow]

This could could use snipping especially since it was written before I finished my proper English classes. That's why it's always good to review old work every now and again.
As always, thank you so much!