Open Keyhole

By Wil C. Fry, 2017.03.10, 18:30

(Copyright 2017 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)

today we celebrate the emancipation of my brain
though twenty-one years ago I thought I was insane
i didn’t know i was peeping through an open keyhole
or that i didn’t need saving ‘cause i didn’t have a soul

still sometimes i wake in sweatened hellish fright
thinking of the cult’s control as I lie awake at night
the tendrils still grasp the minds of many whom i know
who believe i’m bound for a flaming destination below

“Twenty-one years ago” refers to the date I wrote i am small, one of a very few poems written during the time immediately after I left Bible college. In it, I was dealing with guilt and shame, holdovers from my childhood brainwashing, thinking I was perhaps inescapably bound for Hell. But it expressed hope at the end and a new life was coming.

“The cult”, of course, refers to Christianity, one of the most fiendish fictions ever perpetrated upon human society.

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