Cultic Studies Review, Vol. 9, No. 1, 2010, Page 92
the shouting gets harder
louder
they know what I think
they see my thoughts
there is nowhere to hide
restricted
dark
Some members challenge the leadership and the group disbands
************************************************
As I emerge through the door the cold light is too bright
I cannot see
the hand out stretched to help
who can I trust?
I am disorientated and startle at the slightest thing
Will I be struck by a thunderbolt and die as they said I would?
I‘m weird, different now, not like everyone else
I take tentative steps, lost in a desert of fear, loss, my dreams in tatters, my life a ruin of
my former self
My eyes begin to adjust to the light, I see kindness there,
how can they be, only they are good and kind............
in terror I take the hand outstretched
what if it happens again.......
how can I tell?
how will I know?
I see acceptance,
kindness,
can they
have
the shouting gets harder
louder
they know what I think
they see my thoughts
there is nowhere to hide
restricted
dark
Some members challenge the leadership and the group disbands
************************************************
As I emerge through the door the cold light is too bright
I cannot see
the hand out stretched to help
who can I trust?
I am disorientated and startle at the slightest thing
Will I be struck by a thunderbolt and die as they said I would?
I‘m weird, different now, not like everyone else
I take tentative steps, lost in a desert of fear, loss, my dreams in tatters, my life a ruin of
my former self
My eyes begin to adjust to the light, I see kindness there,
how can they be, only they are good and kind............
in terror I take the hand outstretched
what if it happens again.......
how can I tell?
how will I know?
I see acceptance,
kindness,
can they
have
