Everytime I turn around there is more hurt, next corner love.
Shouldn't families be there for love & support? Instead it feels like constant judgement.
I turn the corner, hurt.
Since when does the loss of a father mean the loss of a whole family?
Did I miss when money became more important then a real relationship?
The next corner I take, love.
But not from my "real" family as some people might call it.
This family is different we meet on Sunday mornings, and love showers.
Showers down on the building and through each soul.
love hurt love hurt.
That is how life goes.
I choose to focus on the love. Home is where the heart is.
Where there is love everlasting, I call home.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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