24.2.09

To love is difficult for me.
I see more black than white.
What shocks me shouldn't.
The very humanity that averts my eyes
Is disguised
In me.

1 comment:

mdb said...

I learned at Christmas that you wrote the poetry for the play at church. I never did tell you how it touched me (it was the best part). You have a gift. Please keep making time for it.