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.

***

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.

***

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.

***

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.


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