Private Pain

PRIVATE PAIN by Rebecca Somoskey Within the heart of every man There dwells a private pain. Shards of memory from the past, Determined to remain. Regrets that slash and rip and gash. Piercing wounds, splintered dreams. Sorrows hack and tear and claw. Stabbing guilt,...

No Time For Roses

By Rebecca Somoskey A tiny bud once sprang to life beside my cottage door. How sweet, I thought and hurried on with a smile and nothing more. I had no time for roses then. I had better things to do. No time to water, weed and prune or give attention to. So the...