My grandson was born without the use of one arm. The nerves ripped apart from his spine to his arm at birth left it useless. Continue Reading
Nurtured to culture
Accepted by society
Stepping on others like a vulture
Getting notoriety Continue Reading
A heart so desired
In a world so vast
You are my admired
A love from the past Continue Reading
In a tattered dress she shimmers No shoes upon her feet Into my dreams she dances Distorting my torment complete Continue Reading
What’s in it for me?
A smile you want?
Let me see
Again what’s in it for me?
When unhappy one doubts everything. When happy one doubts nothing.
This is so sad I had to reblog it.