I bow to the trees,
the birds are my choir.
I find refuge in silent fields,
immunity unspoken,
wounds barely healed,
redemption afforded.
I have forgiven you,
but not myself.
"Not possible" you exclaim,
the ache is throbbing,
the mind is searching,
answers are far and few.
Don't ask me if I want to live,
ask me if I choose to die.
So excited that http://dversepoets.com/ is featuring http://dannygregorysblog.com/. The photo above is his illustration. I recently found him through my friend and talented poet and artist Claudia at https://jaywalkingthemoon.wordpress.com/ . I love his work !
