We cannot rewrite the past,
for it is deeply ingrained in all of us.
As darkness falls and our vulnerability
glares, we have but one choice.
The light of awareness shines through
the soul, to cast a new vision.
A weeping heart, a troubled mind,
the sadness of memory and a
curtain call.
The power of nature, the seeds of hell,
not of fate, the story we tell.
Meaningless are words untold, the
power of action is what we hold.
~~~
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
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