I seek the sadness in the crowd of seven faces
I’m surprised by so many.
I stand inside this dead house honouring my father.
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.
Firstly, I have to leave a note to my sister – I am perfectly fine, I am happy, this little scribble is just something I have been working on for a while and is absolutely not a reflection of my current mood or state of mind.
Ok that’s it, sorry – last time I published something similar I think I got her little worried 🙂
Secondly, I have to say – 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!