Poetry

STAGES | a poem

I My home is a convent, my family, superiors.My room is a cell, a place of worship, enclosure.My work is a sacrifice, challenge, edification.My heart is a garden, a deep forest in night-time. II I have, but do not own money, respect, comfort. Given by God.Undeserving to exist within myself, demanding passions never fully satisfied.He […]

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