When the pain is gone and the misery sets in, and the isolation rewinds all of the setbacks inside the mind… What is left to go on?
When no more tears can be shed and a soul that once bled greatness through it’s windows, now envisions redemption as the only option… What is the structure to build on?
When one sees love as being essential to life, but nine months of formation never birth it.. What was left unsaid?
Conceived within a lie, hung out to dry. Scorching nights and hellish days with fresh embers surrounding their cage.
If all are children of God, why do the innocent…
Written by JB (SMS)