The halls where she once walked
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.
Copyright © Honora Great | Year Posted 2020
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