unsolicited
transgressions into the creative
leave tender souls reeling
and pleading
for peace.
but the job aint done
yet, and
some wounds
remain unexposed still.
so we thrust deeper,
seeking salvation
in the sweet sting
of solitude.
unsolicited
transgressions into the creative
leave tender souls reeling
and pleading
for peace.
but the job aint done
yet, and
some wounds
remain unexposed still.
so we thrust deeper,
seeking salvation
in the sweet sting
of solitude.