I read this beautiful poetry today. Many of us have complicated relationships with our parents and with the way we internalized religious messages.
“I form the light and create darkness: I make peace and create evil…”
For my mother who pushed me to the edge. My father who said, “Fly!”
And my beloved who helped me open my wings.
Chapter 1 Part 1
They offered her freedom
From the hell of her own making.
Then they gave her knowledge
Of good and evil…
July 16, 2015
Though the path be lonely
Follow your heart.
Though the path be dark
There is light in your heart.
“Look, Dear!” Mother cried. “It says right here that Jesus died for our sins!
Isn’t that wonderful!”
“Mommy? What is a sin?”
“Well a sin is all the bad things you are going to do when you grow up, Dear!”
(But Mommy I’m a good girl. Daddy tells me so.)
If ever there was a kid
who needed therapy——
“Get in the car.” (Slam door…
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