Skies bluer than the mantle of the Blessed Mother sending <br />peace throughout me, even in my sorrow. <br /> <br />Hopeless feelings kept inside, hidden away so as not to <br />disturb others with the pain it brings to light. <br /> <br />Solitarily filling life, holding such emptiness inside, <br />tears finding relief in prayer.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-223/
