My soul
Doesn’t need
A performance
It needs
Silence
No thought
No thanks
Just a rest
With no distractions
Or disruptions
Accepting that
I will never
Be normal
Hurts in
A way
That can’t
Be explained
Enclosed in
Those church walls
I took myself
Back to Assisi
Where my being
Felt a special
Spiritual peace
As if
The saints
Reminded me
In the
Small Southern Church
How to seek
Simple pleasures
At the foot
Of a cross
That became
A talking point
Not true
Worship
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