I seek the sadness in the crowd of seven faces I'm surprised by so many.
As a child I prayed every night I asked God for forgiveness that only I could give - but how do you forgive fear?
I stand inside this dead house sheltering my heart colder than the frigid limbs hidden in the coffin Maybe one day I will forgive but not today. The dead body will not change it. Then I remember.
You are still alive.
I’m having so much fun attending this writing class – I’m looking forward to the weekend just to read some of the other poems and meet new people. I have only managed a fraction so far and I am impressed by the talent that is here. Well done you folks!