There are so many stories
So many souls crying out to me…
Words wept on white pages.
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Sorrows;
bleeding anguish.
I hear the echoes of their past
Haunting them.
Tormented spirits
Searching for release.
Where was God?
How could he have forsaken them?
I pray for inspiration.
A few words to comfort;
Hearts immersed in grief
Do not despair:
Your words reverberate throughout eternity,
Poignant testimony to tortures endured.
Let them stand witness to your triumph
As you, dear poet,
Fly free!
Patricia Gibson-Williams
September 25, 2004





Kristen 

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