I ran from here
The motion of my feet was slow,
I moved with Swift changes.
And I didn’t know my actions
Had shadows,
Mimicking me.
Questiong me,
Asking me,
Why I left,
How can I explain to the
Deaf that it was spiritual theft
To praise God out of habit
To entertain what was only a Sunday oractice.
They didn’t see that my invoulantary enemies were int hose four walls
Talking about, torturing me,
Tempting me
Using God’s place as a platform to project
Hate.

But I am not blind,
I see those of good,
Those of love,
And they are still there
-singing
They followed me,
-encouraging
And I was remined that church’s foundation was laid in my heart.

Yet still, I remember what provoked me enough
To change
What broke me enough
To leave.
I take these steps to forgiveness..
Of myself too.

But-
They ask me why I left the church.
I tell them
‘’I never left the church, It lays within me, I just left the building’’.
and that's that.