They were lifted up,
Idols of a past best forgotten,
But ingrained within the body,
My spirit kept score.
Idolatry,
Prestige and focus drawn to an idol,
Larger than little me,
Ready to be smashed across my back,
Overflowing current of suffering,
The idolization of Anger by the pseudo-dad monster,
My skin numb from the pain,
Thoughts of escape, death.
Abandoned by the false deity & left to self,
Though beat to obey - freedom found in rebellion,
Smashed clay feet of a dilapidated foundation,
The fall of the giant abusing manic man.
I destroyed the false image within,
Regenerated in recovery and spiritual sobriety,
Rising towards the Divine Parent,
Embraced by a fathomless future of hope.
The thicket of idols,
Prized by the sick and easily seduced,
Decimated and thrown out by the loving parent,
Raising inner children of light.
- Warrior-King (Makari R.)