I'M Meant To Be Holy

The only men who aren’t afraid to commit sins are gods themselves, Zeus in a teacup, The metaphor of Icarus, Falling from grace. I am Medusa in the morning. Cursed for being used by a Man I never wanted. A head of snakes, But now only thoughts. I am afraid that I too will be slain by a man who seemed like a hero. Sometimes I am Hades. Cursed to the ground where people say I rule but It is just a prison. Only the dammed come visit me. They are not happy when they are here. So many Yet I am alone. On Sunday afternoons, I think that maybe I am God. Between the shades of my mother's laughter. I think, just maybe, that is why I am so tragic. That is why I’m so sad. I’m meant to be holy but I’ve been broken by too many hands.