Midlife, church life
Booted to the curb
No one higher came to see me
After wounding, hit a nerve
Only some few from the trenches
Gave an ear to bitter fruit
Meetings opened up the fester
Nothing drained but hope
Two years is enough in limbo
Moving on with plans renewed
Wish they could have said “I’m sorry”
Would have made it easier
Than always “working on myself”
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