The Fear And Good of Humans Poem by Sharron Stephenson

The hand of a strange voice that comes from the,
Person who should guard and protect you. the blood,
That runs from the body of a unfulfilled child.

A call to the soul of a crying eye. A whisper to the,
Sea of a broken heart. A smile can mend the tale of a,
Sunken mind. A cuddle from a friend may open the,
Arms of a lonely window of scars.

The right time the right place may allow the floodwater,
To lower and the black memories and the dark side,
Of life can start the long walk into the light,
And the healing fingertips of love so deep and,
pure