Sometimes I long for simpler days.
When no questions were asked, rules I relied. A world of "easy" lives and religious guides.
But looking back, that world was full of lies.
Don't do this, don't do that. What are you blind? The scriptures are in your face, a belt on your waist, chained in place.
Drowning inside full of anger and grief. Alone in a room full of voices but given few choices.
Follow like a sheep, feel the thud of the rod. Against your skin, it burns.
Moments, they sear in your brain, molding the future. Buried deep in guilt, shame.
It's not my fault, living a life without proper boundaries. Unhinged parents with a marriage constantly a disaster.
Love felt like a fantasy, out of reach. Yet explained, instructed, encouraged and preached.