Agenda Poem by Cheryl Spillman
Agenda
I cry,
Why?
Many reasons
Always an Agenda.
There is Fear
There is Love Lost
There is the Unknown
There is the Known
The huge racking sobs,
The small sniffy tears,
The one or two tears running down the cheek,
The intermittent cries, on and off and on again.
The relief it brings,
It allays the sadness,
It brings peace to my soul,
That is the Agenda.
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