Angela Michel


She walks alone
head bowed, the air around her
bristles with agitation.
Only the brave or
very foolish, approach.
One... an aquaintance of old
who senses her anguish
reaches out,
Is met with an angry rebuke
then again gently
offers understanding.
Eyes meet...
but the pain is too great,
unable to voice it
she walks on.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 12, 2010

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  • Clarence PrinceClarence Prince (10/23/2013 3:17:00 PM)

    She walks on
    Alone. Yet though unseen, the Lord might have been her guide!

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