Having a curious mind
tends to take my thoughts
and press rewind.
Among those thoughts
are questions
without
answers.
Some of which
have consumed
years
of my life.
And
still
No answers.
Detaching from my thoughts
I find peace
Yet
brought back
to question
Where am I to muster the strength
to be
what my daughter
needs
me to be
when others break
her heart?
I have no
hope
to offer
for saying it won’t happen
again
would be a lie.
And the
thoughts
churn.
When will this world heal?
How can I protect my only
from broken others?
I can only
beg and plead
she not become
as calloused as
Me.
That’s beautiful!!
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Thanks, Meg!
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Beautiful poem, Candace!
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Thank you Barb. 🙂
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I adore your poetry. ❤
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Aww, thanks 💕
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