My dogma,
she clings to me.
I resist and yet,
I give in.
She closes my mind to possibilities
and yet she edifies me.
What is it,
that makes her mine
when so many of us share it.
What makes me cling to her,
just as she clings to me.
Will she open up my mind
or clear my soul?
Will she be my salvation?Or just another mind block
that hinders me incapable
of free thought,
of freedom.
My dogma
she clings to meand I resist.
I resist because I crave change
and change constantly eludes me.
