Shadow Soul
The dance of the butterfly,
A shadow soul possessed.
Still hidden in the child
Whose heart is triple blessed.
A wicked parent — revenge and hatred in her heart,
Disintegrated — active washing my brain.
Love and joy of Father
— turned black.
The safety of a childhood,
Cloaked in systematic crippling.
The self — my image.
Confusion encased my teens.
Half of me to loathe,
Half of me, good.
The wicked one has cursed me.
How can I be healed?
I want to love my father,
I want to love myself.
I hate the one
Who washed my brain!
The dance of the butterfly
A shadow soul possessed.
Still hidden in the child
Whose heart is triple blessed.
