| The Way is a published poem........ |
| Deep down in the caves of despair, a child abused, I know she's there. I see her now, I know her well, hiding in her private hell. The ghouls and ghosts of guilt and doubt, must be quelled, to find her way out. To strive on upward, and to fight that long dark way toward the light. Of all the things she's ever done, this struggle the most important one. She begins slowly, one step at a time, to reach the plateau, she feels is sublime. The way is hard, the steps are slow, at each crossroad, which way does she go? The tentative choices each time get stronger, until she's free and hides no longer. The child is gone now, somewhere lost, the lessons learned have been of trust, love, support and honesty. The written word the way for me! |
| L.M.Ferricks (c) |
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