Thursday, August 1, 2013


There were those years of wasps
Paper chewing
Nest building
Flying fiends;
Laughing in my face
Invoking fear and
Magnifying their threat to my life

There are pools of honesty on all sides
Laughter and sobriety

And you say there is grace
Forgiveness enough
To go around;
Lies that will evaporate without a sound?
I wish the years of wasps
Never were
Rather than my recent
Past exposing my fear
And I wish they all
Could forgive me
For all the years
I ran from them.

I wish….

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