Dear Father, I hope this reaches you in good health, For fear of my husband makes me write in stealth, Oh if I heeded your prayer!
By Samantha Wilcox 2 years ago in Poets
PART ONE Standing outside the cafe, I realised I had run out of money and supplies. My life was a wreck and working four jobs wasn’t making it any better.
By Samantha Wilcox 2 years ago in Humans
It’s impossible to think of life without DEATH, Everyone knows that their life is rent So we all try to live to the fullest,
