Gentle in this moment,
dark in its taste of despair,
for who shall ever reach out
their hand to take mine,
to make me their own.
Alas, a moment tender
shall never be found,
for that grace
will not find me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Gentle in this moment,
dark in its taste of despair,
for who shall ever reach out
their hand to take mine,
to make me their own.
Alas, a moment tender
shall never be found,
for that grace
will not find me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017