Frustrated.
Little Bit.
Holding in my hands, turning this way, turning that. Gazing at news of deceit most personal, most brazen.
Ugliness. Greed. Mockery.
Christmas Day sneakery, violation.
Miles away but to my heart, to our hearts.
Speaking for three, for six. We will not be divided or broken.
We will not become like you.
Ever.
2 comments:
DEEP breaths!
My thoughts, and prayers, are with you.
Taking the breaths - deeeep ones. You always understand, Tshs. Thanks for the prayers.
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