Poets

Sometimes sad things happen in our life they flare up suddenly and cause us strife. The barriers that we put up against the flow break down in floods of tears and sorrow.

I had never, ever seen the light of day and have had to use a stick to find my way. From womb to tomb is my life going to be walking in darkness because I cannot see?

I've been lying here for another year feeling left all alone in my great fear. So perhaps this time? You can never tell Maybe it is my turn to be made well.