Trapped
Like I said before, the church split defined our life, partly because my husband and I were on opposite sides when it came to convictions. It was a very difficult time, especially the first few years. This was written in August 1985.
Trapped
By Sharon L. Bratcher
I’m trapped, not free
And can I be me?
Our resources tapped
Past contacts snapped
Music all changed
Life rearranged.
Neatly, like they.
What can I say?
I have no choice
So why raise my voice?
Sometimes I’m glad.
Today I am sad.
I am afraid
Of changes to be made.
I must consent,
He won’t relent.
Maybe that’s good –
Follow as I should.
Is it the truth- does he know?
I surely hope so.
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