Twilight comes
to my forest of pain
I send an expectant prayer
to the wild moon
and to the star filled sky
Arising I turn
unsure and curious
Shadows fluttering
like silken brambles
These dark memories
I have now forgiven
As if wounds
from a hostile rose
© Ann Bagnall

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