TEARS OF FREEDOM
It was a call for love the little child who lost her way amongst
the paper clips and pens and now she finds herself afraid and
torn between a cover of silent sin. Tantrums stirred the dusty thought
that caused the outraeged fisted fight - for no other reason could the
problem be solved - it seemed to her - as anger changed its way to pain and
her tears became a river of shame and now she finds her feelings
hidden somewhere in her name and believes she holds the blame.
Think again my little one and allow the sun to dry your pretty face
for you are not a child of sin and your action was a simple mistake -
The reflection of a symbol within. Rekindle the flame within the heart that
sparked the fire and burnt the trust and soon my child you will surely see
That a call for love will set you free.................
by Janene Maree Richardson c


