A Cruel Life…

How cruel this life is.... As I am sitting here on the beach looking at happy families enjoying the little giggles of there toddlers, the little awes in amazement at their exploration of life.

I can’t help but think why was I not privileged enough for the same benefits... A happy family, raising their young with love, joy and hope.... But instead my babies is put out of reach, put of my grasp, out of hugging distance....

How bad a person must I have been to endure such loss, such disembodiment, how do I fit the pieces of my heart together when It Is Impossible to reach them...

Then In my despair and depression I am failing the one piece of my heart that is still here, the one piece keeping me grounded to life, keeping me from drifting off into oblivion.

How can I be good to three if I can’t be good to me....? Because without three there is no me!!

What a cruel world I am confined to!!