The Facts

The facts don’t tell you about the loss of tring to adjust. To life losses that were almost too staggering to bear.

The nights spent walking down the railroad tracks in the middle of winter screaming into the windstorm of living with the underlaying volume  of shame so deep and loud it always clouded my sense of sanity, dreams not only destroyed but  obliterated by personal failure, of hope so tenuous that not  even the trigger could solve, yet unconditional Love, The only love that can solve it all, the only true Fact Is Love.

by MAMA Mollee