I've never had a Christmas season quite like this one. So sad in so many ways while trying to be happy despite it all. I'm not talking about my personal sadness. That I can accept and handle. It's the sadness of those I can not help or comfort.
The kind that wraps around your throat as you try to speak through tears. The kind that no child must face. The kind you want to shield and protect and it would melt like a cheap plastic barrier against a blow torch of reality. When combined with the love of the season of spirituality, your understanding of the meaning of life pales in comparison. A child needs a parent
and a home. How will that happen when so many hands pull them in directions they are afraid of?
Prayer is only a coping mechanism.
Reality is not comforting.
Children learn to survive and somehow grow up bearing painful scars endured under the pretense of love for them that failed.
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