Animals They’d Become



I was formed
In a cradle of their expectations.
Shamed to the foot
Of their cross.
Made to drink to the brine
Every ounce of pain
Filling up their cup.

But experience…
Shattered every iron shackle;
Cut loose every damnable bind.
Guided me to sight
Where once I had been blind.

I wonder
What made them the animals
They’d become.
Or why had they’d taken
To breaking our wings
Before we learned to fly.
Or why,
At our most malleable,
They pressed us into molds
Made in their image.

When asked,
Where was God,
They pointed up,
And not at us.
And I realized their god,
Was unattainable,
Too far from us;
Too far for us.

I went my way.
Ashamed I could not,
Would not,
Be the thing they wanted me to be.
And I am sorry
They’re disappointed.
Just not sorry
I disappointed them.

I’m not home yet,
But I’m making my way.
I am
Learning to live with,
And love,
Who I’ve become;
Rather than mourn
Who I was taught,
I was supposed to be.



About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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1 Response to Animals They’d Become

  1. Debra says:

    This is great! The last few sentences really make this applicable to a lot of people.

    Liked by 1 person

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