Habit

The halls where she once walked Praying Singing Wishing She hoped for a greater good, a connection to Christ The young girls enter the school, for they will learn and write and read She disciplines them as her own kin The walls where I now walk are stained with sudden spirituality She taught them but with a closed mind Nuns wear habits The habits they have are trapped in the ways of one They love their God but not themselves Lost love and connection are dangers they fear will corrupt them No boys, no love, no freedom Father for I have sinned as I have not tasted the flavor of pure joy... that is what she thinks I have, she has not, for it is a holy habit.