Gentle in this moment,
dark in its taste of despair,
for who shall ever reach out
their hand to take mine,
to make me their own.
Alas, a moment tender
shall never be found,
for that grace
will not find me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
The Poetry and Prose of Johanna Kaye Fugitt
Gentle in this moment,
dark in its taste of despair,
for who shall ever reach out
their hand to take mine,
to make me their own.
Alas, a moment tender
shall never be found,
for that grace
will not find me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017