Murder & lifestyle disease depletes PNG’s shining stars

Making peace with my past


An entry in the 2015 Rivers Award
for Writing on Peace & Harmony

I went to sit and chat with him today,
He shouted at my quiet boldness,
And sent me on my way.
He had hoped I’d always remain pliant,

He’d sit me down and preach for hours,
Never thinking I could be defiant.
I’m stronger now learning to trust,
Making my way in this world,

As I must.
All I feel toward him,
Is neither hate, nor anger nor dis-regard,
But pity, deep flowing pity, flowing to the brim!


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Philip Fitzpatrick

Powerful poetry Tess. let's have some more.

Michael Dom

Good stuff Tess.

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