Preaching

Preaching

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Where can I preach
My sins in silence?
The noise is too much.
Darkness looms as
My head beings to clear.
What is it
That you want to hear?

I love, but
I was once absorbed
With hate.
I care, but
Sometimes I can't.

Who am I to live
With such hidden hurt?
Hidden rage?

Dear Pastor,
I can't, don't want
To hurt anymore.

© 2014 I Am Svetlana


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Added on August 6, 2014
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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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