Oh how I return to my Natural Ways,
I put behind me in earlier days.
I swore to my Leader with devotion,
but now I'm feeling a different emotion.
What does He think?
And where is He now?
My soul has been swiftly stolen somehow.
As the sun rises and the sun falls,
surely He will come to Call.
Shall I go or shall I stay?
Oh I hope not to act on my Natural Ways.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
