Church

If this is not a place where tears

are understood,

where can I go to cry?

And if this is not a place were my

 spirit can take wing,

where can I go to fly?

I don't need another place for always

 being on top of things.

Everyone knows that is a sham.

I don't need another place for always

 wearing smiles

even when it is not the way I feel.

I don't need another place to mouth

 old platitudes,

for you and I both know it's not real.

If this is not a place where my

heart-cries can be heard,

where shall I go to speak?

If this is not a place where tears

are understood,

where shall I go to cry?

Anonymous