Preach Poem
They accuse me of preaching.
An unwanted message.
Something that they had heard before.
It did not end well for them.
It never does.
A raw nerve brushed against.
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I do not mean to preach.
I never do.
I simply share parts of myself without judgment.
Yes I have ideas I aspire to follow but never expect the same from them.
A choice that is not mine to take.
Pain I would never want to cause.
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They accuse me of being a fence sitter.
Of not actually following a side.
I just do not chase after drama.
I will be here if they ever have questions.
They never do.
Too afraid to see other perspectives.
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I have been where they are.
I never do again.
A militant place where everyone else is wrong.
I have come to find a place where I am comfortable.
Yours may very well be elsewhere.
I just never mean to preach.