“Though I’m not a father, we are forced to make due. I’m sorry you had to help, and glad you called 911. At seven years old son, your more of a man that this mom deserves.”

“I hope you both know I’ve tried my best.” As I look up at my sons. Honor roll students, top notch athletes but most of all wise men since day one.

“I’ll never hit a woman.” “Keep that bottle away from me.” “Me and my brother started a business at 14.” “Here ma’am let me help you.” “Thank you mom for making me the best man I could be.” “I, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic”

In the moment

When brokenness is complete

When out has seeped

All the tears that may be shed

All the dreams that now lie dead

And what is left

Is not a word

But a bird

On the neighbor's roof

Standing as proof

That life continues

When there is nothing left to say,

Nothing to take the pain away

Nothing but a shaky sigh

Not even the question "why?"

But life goes on

And in the silent

Eye of the storm that sturs so violent

Beauty is there,

And with it, hope.

It is a struggle we all shall face one day. A fight we all must endure for the pay to worth more than the pain. We must all join hands in this struggle and life each others spirits when we are down. When we feel we cannot go any further, we must struggle through.

It takes on many forms. Sometimes it creeps up on you and sometimes it is a slow acting posion. It has taken many lives, but it has given many lives as well. Only those strong enough to be vunerable prevail.

Beware Love.