PreachingA 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 Last Updated on August 6, 2014 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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