All that’s in a day mundane tasks others light the way Trying to do right can drain make one lay Beside the choices to ponder then let reveal The light of reality tho seems dreary a monstrous deal Right is right- The way, truth justice heartbreak and tears Why can’t 4 have a happy ending no fears Because each path chosen, choices made Heads each to their destiny, proper cloud or blade According to what’s weaved by thine will and hands…..
Two and a half years later still going strong in the right direction, slower than molasses dripping from a tap in a maple tree it seems at times but none the less, still improving. After My course in a PTSD program, I returned home and the real work began. Making the right decisions for your sons well being, your health and your collective future sometimes is a series of maneuvers that take a lot of contemplation. Having a healthy mind…..
