A few years ago, we moved here to the community where we now live. We happened to move two weeks before I had our second daughter. I was very isolated and alone. We tried to find a church, but in the midst of experiencing post partum depression and other suffering in my life, I struggled to find someone to turn to. I wrote this free verse poem after I had sought help from someone and they shut the door. I believe now that the woman had no idea how deep my struggle was or how deep the pit was that I found myself in. She had reasons for shutting the door, but it sent me to my knees. I don't think she meant it out of ill will, but would she have done something different if she'd known how truly I was in need? Sometimes I think people say no without considering helping them find another source of help. I was left questioning what the church is supposed to be and what it is. Community? The church Community or Clique? Filled with bounda...