Love has skipped some


How long will this journey continue

How much heartache must I bear?

My soul has no more rooms for scars

I am empty of all hopes, despair has become

My sacred friend, pain has been the only thing

In this life that has remain faithful and loyal.

How many more mornings left to taunt me?

Before forever sleep kiss my bruising lips.

How long will I be the postal child for “not all

Children of God will know love.”

~Micheline Jean Louis~