The world lost this kind, thoughtful poetic soul on 9/4/21. We never met face to face, but carried on an emotional love affair from afar, through mutual support and the healing power of words.
My heart now has a Diane-shaped void at the center.
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Little girl walking-
Shaking as she approached
First Communion
Souls must be pure white
She trembled with fear of God
Thinking she sinned
Her soul-surely black
A veil tightened her neck
Little girl scared
Confession-priest
She felt like she was lying
Little girl adrift
At the age of four
The monster came and took her
And kept coming back
Silence was the rule
Confession ambiguous
She had not sinned
The family so proud
Of the little girl in white
She only saw black
That was the day
She began the spiral down
Little girl of despair
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© Diane Morinich, 2014
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