Passing the church
For the first time
Since making the decision
To tell my parents
I didn’t believe
Was overwhelming.
Of course,
There were tears,
And bargaining,
And threats
Of eternal damnation
That just didn’t fly.
Each time, though,
It gets easier
To not feel the pull
And I can admire
The architecture
For what it is.
I know they’re inside
Exalting a deity
They cannot see
Or hear or feel
Except through words
Written long ago.
They’re praying for me
To see the light
That they imagine
But I refuse to be blinded
By an ancient myth
Superseded by knowledge.
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