Connections

Wretched days and shameful nights
forgiveness alludes
the family whose wounds
speak to a weary clouded sky.
Child accused for all the wrong
with dad and mom and home
not acknowledging the aching
lips she keeps shut tight.
Oh save us, the child cries
scared to move at night
the beasts in the window
screaming a great fright.
No one comes to save
images prepare to fade
if only the day would
send some grace for these endless wretched ways.

Poetry

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    • Thanks for visiting.

      Life is bittersweet and silence harbors pain. Releasing wounds to soar ever higher allows one to be free. Peace comes from within.

      Often the wounded can find humanity in words that says you are not alone. I pray for all those who are hurting today.

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