CHILD

Oh child
Whose heart do you break
It is your own for sure to feel 
or fake
A gift to you from a sacred place
A gift

Oh child
Whose soul do you curse
It is yours to own to set a course
To fill with life or choose to spill
Like an empty purse
Such an empty purse

Oh child
Whose life do you shatter
Like a pane of glass awash with rain
Weeping fragments of 
​​​​​blood red pain
Your life of course...yours
Mine also.....
Marion Price(2019)
written (2018)