Stop blooming!
Stop developing!
Stop growing!
Cease your expedition,
Through the journey of age,
For every year gained,
Is getting closer to that in which you fear...
The death of you,
And all those you hold dear.
Rid yourself of your sin!
Rid yourself of the flesh!
Rid yourself of your desire!
All these things cause you to be less...
Less than spectacular!
Less than strong!
Halt your development,
And your will be pure all along!
I am ill when you speak!
I am ill when you feed!
I am ill when you cry!
I wish you would not need!
Do not give in,
To the human sin...
"Of age,
And womanhood,"
Isn't that what she says to you?
You respond:
I would,
If I could,
But I can't my dear...
Well than understand this...
You will never be pure, perfect and clear!
No never again!
For you have let her down...
And within the aging process you did drown!
Cease the sin!
You are nothing once again...
For today you are a woman.
Copyright 2007 © Loretta Lynn Hanscome
