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.
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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!
Eva Marasca 
Well done!
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Deep, dark, reflections of internal conflict. Love it!
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Thank you Heidi
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This is powerful! I can see why you had to add the disclaimer for your sister! It made me go cold.
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Thank you
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Nicely done. 🙂 I completely understand your postscript, I’ve caused such a reaction with close friends with some of my writing which, more often than not, is the vapour trail left by the moment.
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Thank you
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