When I was young, my friends and I

Dabbled in witchcraft, beneath the sky

Tarot in hand, our futures I’d see

A fun little game, turned prophecy

A summertime séance, to stir up fright

Summoning Bloody Mary at midnight

In the bathroom, her image we’d see

A key to a realm, enchanted from me

Light as a feather

Stiff as a board

Levitation on record

Gifts now never ignored

Missing objects

Slamming doors

My spooky game

Took a change of course

What vanished came back

Eerie and sly

But a poltergeist lingered

Watching nearby

Was my sanity lost

The ghost said he’s a spiritual guide

But acted like a theological boss

We struck a deal

A pact was made

Follow Christ

And your gifts would be displayed

Manifesting enough to survive

But never too grand

A life that looked privileged

But chaotically planned

Casual appearance

But frightened soul

Live sinless in nature

Or live in turmoil

Already on my own

I felt I hadn’t a choice

I had no one for guidance

And now had a voice

It’s been a strange life

Forced religious doctrine shown

Needing to live with God

Or have my life torn