Here's a poem I wrote about recovering from growing up a JW:
True Begginings
From depths of cold depravity
And sometimes hidden light
Comes a wind that blows so suddenly
As a warning to those who might
Hope to find it's resting place
In the souls for which it fights
And wish away its beautiful sadness
Into a world long since said it's goodnight
It's the power within The Everyman
The power that asks the question
"do I fear because I am afraid
or do I fear, because with this fear
I can silence those sounds that scare me
And wake from those dreams that show me
The path that has always truly laid before me"
Although I do not know my way through its darkness
It matters not
For from within it, all good things are born
And from this world without place. . .and without ending. . .
Can come the only. . .true beginnings
Richard D Cranor