Everyone cares or so they say…they all say be strong take it like a man, everything will work its self out no need to have worries or fears….but the final question that comes to mind is do they really know what it is like to have something so precious as a child to be taken from you from a thief in the night.
For once in my life I was at peace with myself I thought I had faced all of my fears and demons and was finally content with the past I regret.
I am once again slapped down without any warning. Being able to find strength in these moments of weakness is getting harder and harder to do.
Once again I begin to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and try to get things back together again.
Being burdened with blame trapped in the past in which we mustn’t dwell as memories are a gift and they will walk you to darkness making you regret even more.
A victim of circumstances the one who should give up but is to hard headed. I am a single mom that works hard who loves her kids and never stops.
Some nights I lye awake and watch them sleeping and the thought crosses my mind do they know how much I love them. To think of life without their touch death would be the punishment that I would behold death for a mother who has lost her soul.
