Barbara Grant-Richardson Poems

Stepping out of the armor is the
naked soul. Bondage to the heavy
burden of guilt for life in a state
of hopelessness.
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Walking quietly through lifes maze,
drawn by fate in the twilight hour.
Paths crossed
Briefly entwined for moments of
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Standing at the turning point of
life. Silently absorbed in a world
misunderstood by many.
Where the human spirit and level of
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