Making of a Neophyte - Edited

Raised in a somber household where she could do nothing right,
she would flounder in every chore her parents had her do.
Picked on by classmates, she would smolder with rage.
Eventually, she came to feel
that every single thing in her life was dolorous.
She could show nothing of her real self to the world,
for she was swallowed up by inhibition
 and a profound lack of self-esteem.

Gathering the strength one day to leave her parents’ home,
she walks away.
It feels to her like divine providence
when warm, outgoing strangers not much older than she
latch onto her and bring her into their fold.
They introduce her to their charismatic guru.
His daily preaching of strange doctrines, though sheer bombast,
resonate deeply within her, for his words are the life line
which she's been reaching for; he reels her in!
A zealous neophyte the girl becomes as she -along with other females - 
gives herself over, body and soul,
to the lecherous diabolical 
leader of the cult.

June 9, 2019
For John Hamilton's Eight Word Free Verse Challenge Poetry Contest
8 Words Used: 1. Neophyte 2. Inhibition 3. Flounder 4. Dolorous 5. Bombast 6. Lecherous 7.Providence 8 Smolder
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May Avatar
June 22, 2019 at 7:07 AM
Dropping back with my Congrats on your win Andrea..
Proxenos Avatar
June 21, 2019 at 1:37 PM
Calling back with congrats. Andrea, congratulations. Hugs, Jennifer.
Hamilton Avatar
June 21, 2019 at 12:24 PM
Thanks Andrea for your entry, congrats on another fine win!
Faulkner Avatar
June 16, 2019 at 3:25 PM
A captivating story and great use of the required words, best of luck in the contest!
Romios Avatar
June 13, 2019 at 1:41 PM
We never realize how our political leaders are very cult like. They demand we bow to them and follow their rules. People don't understand that some news casters spread their own craziness everyday. Cultists are everywhere, I think. We think of Hare Krishna? We are way off. It doesn't matter, this was a good poem. Panagiota
Boles Avatar
June 12, 2019 at 7:24 PM
Very nicely quilled.
Proxenos Avatar
June 12, 2019 at 1:59 PM
Hi Andrea, Ditto again, I loved the challenge in this competition, as I see you did as well - an awesome poem Andrea! Hugs, Jenny.
Duet Avatar
June 12, 2019 at 12:58 PM
Very interesting and so insightful, Andrea. This is exactly why some people get caught up in cults. :(
Godwin Avatar
June 11, 2019 at 11:37 PM
Ew, the cult story done poetically is still a cult story that gives me chills! You well-composed a solid tale all too reality-based. I posted for this contest just tonight. I really enjoyed your approach - always do. Love, CayCay
Anish Avatar
June 11, 2019 at 9:46 PM
What does dolorous mean - I have never seen that word before. I have had run - ins with cults - there are loads of them in the USA. The price of freedom I guess. Scary and powerful poem - good luck in the contest. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Dietrich Avatar
June 12, 2019 at 7:21 PM
related to sadness, Matt. It's one of 8 words we were to use in a contest. Also, I could guess it's meaning because I know Spanish and Dolor in spanish is "sorrow" or pain.
May Avatar
June 10, 2019 at 8:43 PM
Powerful Andrea, well done
Laurie Avatar
June 10, 2019 at 7:53 PM
G'day Andrea … the mind is a powerful thing and more so when it's used to manipulate individuals looking for security, only to be brainwashed into slavery - sad but factual; thanks Andrea - Lindsay
Sergi Avatar
June 10, 2019 at 11:23 AM
Hi Andrea: Great approach in using the words albeit a sad ending. An emotional winner!
Beilschmidt Sr. Avatar
June 10, 2019 at 8:23 AM
How easy to get swept into a cult. Especially the type of person you have described in this profound poem Andrea
Krutsinger Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 11:38 PM
Wonderful write, especially when you had to incorporate those eight words. Very true that it often happens. They ones who prey on the innocent are diabolically great at finding just the right ones too. Sadly enough.
Rodrigues Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 6:49 PM
So sad how that can happen! Great write! Excellent use of the eight words!
Pandit Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 3:33 PM
This really does happen to innocent young minds. Your poem flows well to articulate the story...despite those uncooperative words you had to use. Written with an expert pen, Andrea.
Rose  Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 3:00 PM
You placed this one in perfect order of success Andrea, nice read, hope all is well, xo
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