Untitled In the
midst of night
I
woke
Roused by a voice that softly spoke Of angels and of peace Its
words encouraged
my
mortal pen
To write these words To fight this sin I've battled since
my
birth
used to wish to be someone
I
Who people would admire Who all men would desire But now
When
I
wish for love
greed once took another's bread
And hope was
killed
by one word said
Without the thought of kindness
My
conscience repaid justice
So where to go from where I stand I feel somewhere Another's hand Outstretched to hold
And •
guide
Shelley
me
on
to
my own heaven
M. Chamberlain