The home I once called mineby Romy Doornkamp
A poem about walking around in the neighborhood you used to live. Expecting a warm embrace of feeling home, you are met with a distant memory of a former self. You grief...
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Shattered Dreamsby Victoria Temple
I was a priest and 52 years old. I could not see that I made a difference as a priest but have accepted the dull and boring life that I had. This was until a boy who see...