Spiritually Interrupted
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How grown- up can disconnect children from their spirituality
SPIRITUALLY INTERRUPTED.
I CAME TO EARTH WITH
EVERYTHING IN TACT.
I was happy curious and
with rapid anxiety.
couldn't wait to bring the
good news from the place
where I had just come from,
To my new home here on earth.
It was just an
overwhelming understanding.
that I had,Wanted badly
to share the joy as I arrived
I studied my mothers face.
She was beautiful !
I saw no father.
As I knew what a
mirror was immediately.
The science of images
and reflections innate.
many secrets held in my D.N.A..
and I was well pleased.
Delight and light
surrounded me then.
Everything was good.
Somehow my
senses were acute;
Bees-Butterflies,dandelions.
praying mantis
even earthworms-
were my playmates.
Mud pies and the smell of dirt.
Everything was intact
when I came to earth.
Seemed like a lovely place.
Riding my tricycle-
was quite like the freedom
I had known in my other home.
Then hooverd a cloud over me.
a dreary cloud,
Tears were streaming
I heard mommy crying.
She was only a child
I tried to make her
smile again. I wanted to know
but, she cried even more.
I tasted anguish for
the first time that day.
I was spiritually interrupted
afraid, insecure, and confused
confounded by the blanks and the
sudden disconnection,
I built up a wall;
The wall protected me
from the cacophony
of loud ,big people shouting.
I retreated into my safe world.
Grown-ups they annoyed me
All of them ( The big People )
They were different,
I vowed to never forget my original self.
I vowed that I would always
hold on to my Spiritual soul.
Years passed and I gathered
more of their distorted truth's
I wanted to enjoy the
body I was placed in.
The body I had
before the distractions of curves..
Before the mind noise.
Before the blood that
caused me distress
I could hardly hear
my inner-voice.
I prayed to my inner God.
Too much to know-
Too much too soon.
My innocence melted
like a snowball in a furnace.
The lust of the big people
no longer allowed
me the freedom childhood.
Now jaded with the
burden of womanhood
and my childhood was arrested..
My spirit was abruptly interrupted.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
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