When I was in college
a barely adult youth,
strange men
a circular ellipse around me
placed their heavy hands
on my temple
and prayed in twisted tongues
like at the Tower of Babel
Casting out the
Demon of Homosexuality.
I like to think on that day,
the Demon was free’d.
And he formed this
gayer than gay version of me.
Maybe he escaped the Bible Belt
and found himself in
New York or San Francisco.
Free from being
Oppressed.
Repressed.
Dogmatized.
Free from the thoughts of
self harm.
Free from trying so hard to be
someone they’re not meant to be.
While I mourn for my youth,
it started over when I escaped
the spiritual enclave
the cult.
Doesn’t make me an atheist.
Because that in itself is a religion.
But I no longer converse with the Creator.
Or walk in the Holy Spirit.
I have embraced my demons
And that brings me peace.
God loves all of His children
except you.

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