Should I Tell The Priest? Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

A lot of thoughts ponder through my young mind
I have been taught to pretend as if all is well
Turmoil and travails have I known
Living life outside smiling and weeping my eyes sour in my closet

Should I tell the priest
That my house is in a state of commotion
That my mum and dad have been living
As strangers in separate rooms for the past 5 years

Should I tell the priest
That my dad is in love with my teacher
My mum is now the punching bag
For whining and nagging too much

Should I tell the priest
That I caught my elder brother cuddling the house help
And my younger sister going out with a man older than my father
That all family is in disarray, my gentle soul so badly hurt

Should I tell the priest
That my family altar has been altered
Instead of praying and thanksgiving over meal
All we hear are insults and curses

On Sunday in church again
We all smile and walk together like a united family
Others wonder what has kept us thus far
Yet, I wonder if my family won’t wander away
For Deep within me I know the chord has long been broken.

And my joy has been driven out
Home without Christ but crisis
Peace we have not, but pieces of shattered emotions.
And now that I’m considering suicide
Who will tell the priest?