to hold the memories from the past,
can be a painful box to open,
wishing and hoping that things could,
and should be simple and clear,
is not a sin but a human fact,
crack a rule break a vow,
miss a picture, hit the wall,
of desire,
to make the world a better place,
to live,
turn to strangers and make a friend
Sharron Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-sins-2/
