A Lonely Woman in Despair |
A short span of happiness.
I reach out and touch a memory—
a glimpse from another time
of a life that might once have been.
At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
A Lonely Woman in Despair |