Unforeseen.

I had not taken into account the years of repressed anger and indignation that would come pouring forth when I made the decision to embrace myself.  It would be wise for me to have a care.  My boys were picked up, and left miserable and confused.  I cried just like them.  Because I am so sorry my choices have been as poor as they have been.  I think I broke my voice.  Looks like that Juanes song may be the last thing I ever sing.  Possibly the first thing too.

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