Sorting through a cupboard in my den today, I stumbled upon an old journal. As I flipped through the pages, I found this poem that I etched late one night during a very dark time.
The pages leading up to the poem, are the accounts of an incident between two of my kids. One that I remember well!
Not a poet by nature or practice, this shows how fiercely I am wrestling with the ability to love my kids, forgive them and continue to work towards their health and healing, while surrounded by lies on every side.