For every young woman or young man who is or once was trapped inside a cult
I was trained to never ask questions,
To avoid every open door;
My parents used threats
Depicting the fires of Hell
And the eternal loss of their love
To build me a cell with concrete walls
And iron bars across the windows.
Trapped within my fears,
I dared not peek within the smallest doubt.
I paced the permissible doctrines
And watched my sanity
Through the cracks of my cell.
I sliced my wrists
And used my own blood
To try to paint a reality
That made sense,
But could still see nothing
Except concrete walls
And iron bars.
A girl can only take so much
Before she must break free
Or wither and die.
When hope finally screamed loud enough
That I could hear it through my pain,
I tore apart the iron bars
And claimed the open air,
Daring the wrath of those I love
That I might find who I really am.
Here in the open air
I haven’t found all the answers
To the questions that once haunted me;
But the one thing I have found
Is the joy of being free:
Free to dance in open fields,
Free to dash where the Spirit calls,
Free to ask
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