people can read this and relate to to it. Me? I just sat in my writing place and this it what came through,


Golden Crowns


I’m sat were life lives on
In spirit she’s always here
Were a life was taken by mistake
A call for help, she lived in fear

So I sit and listen to her story
How she kept all the hurt she had to hide
How could she tell her loved ones
Of the fear and guilt she felt inside

But now she is at peace
In the place where all are one
Where light chases the shadows
With golden rays of the god like sun

As for her tale, it shall live on
In others that have been so let down
Knowing the day will come soon
When they can finally wear golden crowns





copyright©2026Peter Williams




Poetry by peter williams
Written on 2026-07-08 at 09:30

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