Broken Fellowship Poem by Tiffany N Wealth

I felt invisible as I sat on the pew, I was consumed by the negative energy in the room. I was rejected, because all they could see is the old me. They failed to see the beauty on the inside of me. I was laughed at me and talked. When I became empty-handed those who I thought cared about me turned their backs on me. I felt like the alien in the room, I desperately wanted to fit in. I often questioned my faith, the effort I made to change, gave me far greater pain. The judgment I felt from the church left me empty and confused. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to commit suicide. They rejected me and turned their noses up at me. As I walked to my sit they whispered sin stinks. I was certainly reminded me of my past. They wouldn't let me participate in any task. Because all they could see is the old me.