My Aura.

July 1, 2018

If only he didn't finish his sentence,

Mundane in a vast universe with much sorrow.

Trying to see the best in these things, but what more can I say?

How can I react?

I'm stuck and can't complain.

I will hurt others if I reiterate his words and actions.

So, I write and write.

He is the glue to our home.

He means well so I ignore.

I have built this rage inside me.

So, I write and write.

I slowly start to let go and realize his temptations were natural,

but why am I still raving inside?

I write and write.

Writing every day is what kept me strained and came to the recognition that humanity can't be saints.

We make mistakes.

I love him and he loves me.

I wrote every detail down and that made me feel complete.

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