Called the crisis line – the second time today.
Wanting to  put an end to something.
My enemies or me.

Agitated, don’t know what to do.
Impatient to end the wickedness.
Betrayals…so many betrayals.

Friends I had once blindly loved
emotionally abused me,
destroyed all I’d been, forced me out.

Robbed me of what was dear –
caring for the people I loved.

I knew too much.
Studied too much, wrote too much.
Was a threat.
I stood in the way of their plans.

They do not teach repentance.
“Do anything you want,” they say.
You’ll be forgiven.
No strings attached.”

“Isn’t this a wonderful faith?
Isn’t this a wonderful church?”