In the church’s shadow, I was the pastor’s child,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the pews, my secrets quietly compiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With a gentle hush, my lips were sealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amidst childhood’s traumas, my heart concealed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In Sunday’s grace, we all would pray,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I carried burdens day by day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mask I wore, so tightly sealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hid the wounds that refused to be healed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The congregation, they never knew,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The pain that in my young heart grew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“My lips are sealed,” I’d always say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I walked in the narrow, righteous way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Bible’s verses, the songs we’d sing,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Could not mend the hurt that stung.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet in the chapel’s quiet grace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sought solace for the tears I’d face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With every “Amen” and “Hallelujah” cried,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I buried the scars deep inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in the chapel’s gentle light,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I yearned to heal, to take my flight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, with courage, I dared to speak,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To unseal the words, I’d hidden for weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My father’s love, like a guiding hand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Helped me find strength to understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“My lips are sealed” no longer held sway,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For healing came in a brand-new way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In faith and love, we found our place,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In God’s embrace, His endless grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The traumas of youth, like shadows, fade,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I walk a path of love, not afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No longer bound by the secrets concealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In faith and truth, my heart is healed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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