A Place of Solace

I stood by the church, its doors firmly closed,

a sanctuary once, now a burden I’ve dozed.

The stained glass now dulled, its colors all fade,

and faith feels like shadows where I used to wade.

The bell that once chimed now echoes in voids,

a relic of solace where hope was destroyed.

Each step that I take feels heavy with loss,

as I carry my doubt, a cross I won’t toss.

Memories linger like dust in the air,

I remember the warmth, the community's care.

But now I walk past, with the weight of my sin—

leaving behind all the grace that had been.