With every stroke
with every word
you shame me
no
better yet said
i am shame to myself
for hiding
for so long
in the mediocre
less than
i am
a priest
without a god
in the shadows
of doubt
afraid
to come out
-Gloria Valentine
Hope
in all it's imagery
reflects upon
invisible walls
the prison cell
of the exiled life
it engulfs the outcast
behold Hope comes
to nurture the young
bringing peace to the old
with or without
when all else fails
Hope stands.
-Gloria Valentine
The tentacles of human depravity
Heartbreaking
What was revealed
Spirit crushing
Dark fear spread
across the land
in silence
it crept
With few exceptions
no one could see it
no one would look
they would not
believe
Trickery ensnared them
with ease
they were witting prey
as they cursed the frey
A heavy burden
for those few souls
who understood
what was revealed
For His sake
all victorious
the few
who understood
It was
the beginning
of the
end
- Gloria Valentine
