As It Should Be

Enemies we are not,
Though the pulpit insists,
Enemies we are not,
Though many spread hate,

Enemies we are not,
Though a love goes sour,
Enemies we are not,
We can contain our pain,

Enemies we are not,
Even though not the same,
The best of you of lives in me,
The best of me lives in you,

If we but learn to forgive ourselves,
We will be able to forgive anyone,


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Drifting Memories

Art and Words to settle my mind

Clinically Depressed

I sit alone, held captive,
These fears hold all control,
Unable to express or emotion,
No interaction with those I most love,
Left to live inside this cocoon of my making,
Watching as love and life go drifting by my widow,
Forever to be passing me by….
An adaptation of a fine poem by Julius Howard