Sitting in the Park Alone

by Maple Tree   Sep 12, 2014


Churches lined in a row
up and down city streets
of old.

Women sporting paper mache
hats with fake smiles to match
their handbags.

I sit in the park alone,
yearning to find people
who follow my path of
spirituality as churches
across the street point
fingers.

Forced to whisper
in silence,
hands in pockets
fumbling crystals,
asking for the closest
coven nearby.

Our kind hide in silence,
while smells of potluck
dinners actually taste
of judgment.

I cry because they judge
a witch-

If they gave me a chance
we could join as one in harmony,
but they choose to mark
me a "sinner", because
I don't believe in God,
Jesus, or the Holy Ghost.

The Goddesses and Gods guide
me, soon I'll stumble upon my
sisters, but until then-

I'll sit in the park alone.

Note: This is a raw poem on my struggles
within society. I have many friends of all different types of faith and this poem was not written to insult them or anyone of another faith. This poem is written about my personal and very painful experiences. I am wiccan, Blessed Be~

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  • 9 years ago

    by Samuel Ernst

    <3 hugs to you to Maple :-)

  • 9 years ago

    by Samuel Ernst

    Maple
    This poem hits home decently hard. The struggles of our path is the road least traveled because there is fear umong those who dont understand. When I was younger I hated them, now, I love and pity them. Many Christians, (Please know that I am not referring to all of them for there are some good ones much like Britt) are hypocryts who do not understard their own faith, so we cannot expect them to understand ours.

    Please know that you are not alone. Society has put a stigma on what it really means to be a Witch.

    May fair winds be at your back, may your feet fall to a wise path, and may the rain fall gently when the heat becomes too abundant. Brightest Blessing sister. PM whenever you feel the need to talk.

    • 9 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Awwwwwwww Samuel! hugs you!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Britt

    I have to say, it is one of the most frustrating things for me to feel that others are being harshly judged because of their spirituality. Do I necessarily understand it? Probably not, but I accept that you have chosen a different path different from mine, just as you accept that I have chosen a path different from yours. We don't know what brings others to the places in their lives. The biggest thing the Church should be doing is loving you, and others, because Jesus calls us to do just that. It breaks my heart when you feel judged for being a sinner in their eyes, because we ALL sin. Every single day, every single one of us do! Our thoughts, our actions, our looks, our tempers, our frustrations; we all fail every single day. Christians need to extend grace as we have been given. Phew. That is something I am so passionate about.

    This poem breaks my heart. This is also one of the most straightforward poems I have ever written from you. I'm sorry you feel the way you do - alone, lost in the midst of people. I pray you will find someone you have the opportunity to connect with on a spiritual level. I know it's so important to have that fellowship with other people... otherwise you just feel... dry. That's the best way I can explain it. Love you!

    • 9 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you Britt, your comment means so much to me... I love you <3