The other side
I dare not go,
Things may hide
Perhaps a foe.
Many things,
That foe could be,
Perhaps a ghost
Beyond the tree.
But likely not a foe is he
Just memories that tend to drift
Outside our borders,
Unwanted rifts.
Fears these memories awaken
May cause hesitation
But there is no mistaken
Faith can give affirmation
That our souls are not forsaken.
copyright Robyn Graham
The Other Side
