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Untitled Sadness | 2023

  • kylapollard01
  • Dec 16, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 11

Sometimes I feel like an abandoned church
An echo chamber with empty hallelujahs 
I am what is left of something holy 
I am all stained
glass with no recognizable picture 
God, do you see me?
Standing firm as everything around me peels
and rips 
I am holy 
rubble
Empty
praise 
An open door with no one willing to pray inside of me 

 
 
 

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