Stained and Shattered
Please, don't pray for me.
Trigger Warning: This poem criticizes religion. It references childhood sexual abuse and incest, questioning enablement by family culture.
He spewed his sins to the unknown priest,
confessing devout faith as needed;
quickly laying guilt at the Devil’s feet
soon after the girl confronted evil.
***
She lay quietly upon the alter,
shattered shards of stained glass. Scattered
in the wind of whispers claiming another
virgin soul by collateral culture.
***
This rigid house is not a cozy home
sheltering only selfishly stolen love
by pervasive demons which may roam
freely, safe in manipulation.
***
Familial minds took communion bites;
praying for traditions to continue
in silenced truths of darkness, never light.
They grasped their worn rosaries, reciting.
***
No higher power protects this haloed child,
though she bows her head every night
Unclaimed innocence selfishly defiled.
The sin would never be his. He confessed.
***
The choir sings, “Hallelujah.”
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KJ Aartila
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Very well done on such a raw topic.
Dark and powerful, thank you for sharing
This is incredibly powerful. Well done.
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