Ghosts of the cult

Ghosts roam through my mind

Haunting my thoughts, plaguing my dreams

Entities that tell me who to be

Robbing me of my sense of self

Crafty are these creatures,

Gripping my talents like steel jaws,

Viciously ripping them from me.

Slowly the layers of Self crumble

Under their constant torment.

Persistently greedy, they want more control over my every breath

Love then fear, comfort then pain,

This is how, their power, they gain.

Wrapped in their silken cloak of false compassion and comfort,

Then Ripped away just to cause me great hurt.

Chastising me for being weak and needy,

Then fostering these characteristics within me

Battering me with their nonsensical quasi-truths,

Forcing me to doubt and condemn myself.

These ghosts praise the One with the allochromatic soul-

(having no color or character except for the flaws/impurities within it)

telling me that even the things others would call flaws within her are Divine.

Every time, when confident I feel,

Into my heart with icy fingers they steal

Wrapping my soul in the unyielding steel of fear

Choking away any possibility except the one they choose.

Driving me further from my truth

Hacking away at my true self.

Wailing they fly, through my heart

Warning of Hell and the judgment She will impart

All too rapidly, their ploys work too well

By these horrible tricks, Mindy fell

Away from them Mindy flew,

Looking for a safe place she once knew

Sobbing she realized it was no longer there

Submitting to them was more than she could bare.

So into a little corner of herself she went

Hoping for a day when the ghosts energy was spent

Long the days dragged on in despair

Was Mindy really still in there?

Losing herself, she feared

Searching for someone who cared

Who was there that could help her find her way

Out of the corner where she stowed away?

No longer sure of who she was or who she should be

Longing for some way to finally be free.

By Mindy Hawk. All rights reserved.