
Faith
As a child I was told belief is faith…
As a child I was told belief is faith…
Weather’s five children sat at the top of a trench, hating the music of the village below.
A street exists with relentless rain where three streetlamps flicker and a fourth is black.
Her father sat her in front of a piano as a child, held her in his lap, brought music into her world.
The road is dark now, fogged with doubt and cold.