"...There may never be another opportunity
For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Monday, March 23, 2015
In my unfinished draft of my poem gradient, i'd forgotten to post this also unfinished draft of the white portion. I've no idea where it goes. or how it really fits in. but here it is, in it's unfinished splendor....
When everything was white
I was but a girl
Touched but not yet penetrated
By the evils of this world.
How was it that the light touched me?
I simply can't remember
But every now and again
The darkness in me trembles
But in me there is hope For a miraculous transformation In me there is faith