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.
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