When?
The piano begins to play,
And the joyful voices begin to sing.
The overwhelming sound drowns every thought,
It drags away the thoughts of me being content with who I am.
The sound of the piano playing and the voices of the spirited get louder.
My thoughts are now sinking into a murky lake of Biblical teachings.
My hopes of one day being the person I truly am are gone,
Those hopes are buried under that lake with guilt and fear.
The piano continues to play,
And the faithful individuals continue to praise.
I am left to wonder in silence of what could be,
And not of what will be.
The piano playing and the singing at long last enters a halt,
During the prayer I am not thankful.
I ask: when?
When will I be set free?
