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Pamela Hill

Faith

Ladybird, black spots on crimson red in the grass she crawls. By contemplating time 
and the space in which she lives, her future appears to me by denudation; I see 
obstacles in her way, dangers she will face. Should I permit her freedom to choose her 
way, even if she chooses the way of hardship and a spider’s web? I attempt to warn and 
guide her by closing doors with twigs and mud, but blood seeps from her knees as I 
become the anathema. So I retreat to let her lose or win, and in the grass she crawls 
away as blood seeps from my knees.  God, let her win.




Pamela Hill’s poetry appears in Copperfield Review, Literary Juice, Ping Pong Journal, and other journals.
 



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