I used to keep secrets confident, no matter how righteously exposing. 
Suffocating in drama that yanks me by the collar of my clothing.
 
My ears drown in gossip from Christians well versed in God's omnipresence. 
They sell false narratives and natter while I grasp for holy acquiescence. 
 
It grows more and more ironic, looking at higher ranks in the conferred. 
Traumas discounted by corrupted governments who empower predators in a church. 
 
I go to a "safe" space to praise with community and sing my psalm. 
Weekly, I bear the presence of a walking reminder that I still can't truly trust children of God. 
 
"Leaders" can rape, and the victim is still forced to see their face. 
His title unchanged after 4 months, 1 week, and 5 closure-less days.
 
I receive extensive investment from those who don't agree with what I believe.
“Religion” means nothing to me because I see my God in the hearts of strangers to any creed. 
 
I feel cared for and validated far more by foreigners to my faith.
But I am truly secure because I don't feel temptation to walk away. 
 
These are raw thoughts about my conflicts with too many bodies of church.
Intuitively, a symbolic message applicable to any government covertly pervert. 
 
I demand accountability on behalf of all victims, including both who left, and those who stayed.
I tell to you, who resonate with my story: do not let the hurt deplete you of your faith.



Friday 21 February 2025