Reproach

I make no pretense.There are things I choose not to share.When you hear this you know what your thing is that brings despair.One thing you only share with others you know care;where there is safety from stares.Stay there 'til the sickness leaves the air&mercy rings true in your ear.Who am I to judge creation,predestination,salvation or revelations true or imagination?I am not the prosecution.I am with the defense.