Category: Self Reflection

Empty, Tired, and Sick To My Stomach

His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.

Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.

In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.

I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.

I guess the house ate them.

It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.

They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.

I don’t like that Justin Bieber.

For a kid, those insults are worse than mean, they’re true.

Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.

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