Church Lady please listen to my inner cry.

After writing a letter of hope in a calm afternoon. I suddenly felt vertigo, like a uncounted air has bended my tired body into something unfamiliar. Sadness as it is I can't think in moderation. I smelt a rugby within the premises of our office. It was before 5PM when it happened. Going outside of my office I saw two secretaries sitting infront of my door beneath the our lady of broom. It was not break time, it was officially office hours. I know I need to release whatever is required for me to function, but do I need to physically die also? I beg to disagree on this for I am not a soldier of war as their of me, I try my best to be part of the soldier of peace but they judged me as if I am responsible for all the crimes that Jesus Chris has died on the cross for all of us. Lord, have mercy on me I am your loyal soldier of peace and hope and not of death and decay.