Walked in shattered,
Plastered to pew,
back row 3 to the right,
Looking for immunity in community,
Only to find more scrutiny,
Hiding behind wide smile hefty laugh,
Extrovert willing to try something new,
My story became Judas,
Giving away stenches of grief,
Foul fragrance of bad bandages,
Doesn’t really attract friends,
I hoped exposing myself,
Would allow me to find something deeper,
Transparency left me for dead.
"Can’t believe you threw that baby out with the bath water"
Stop running away from me
I'm really a saint hiding behind sinner clothes,
love me the way you Jesus loved you,
I'm a bloodied woman,
here's my issue,
I'm still alone.
Now, shadow black corner 3 rows to right
All that is left is what they knew of me.