Broken

Broken

Ever since the 14th Ive been in a constant state of sorrow. I have a tingling in the pit of my stomach, my heart beats faster and it takes twice as much energy to smile. My heart is broken.

 

Broken for the mothers who are sitting in their children's empty room. Smelling their clothes, their pillows and wishing that tomorrow they will wake up to realize it was all a dream.

 

Broken for the fathers who are fighting back tears while picking up his tiny baseball mitt, grieving because he will never see that tiny face again.

 

Broken for the siblings. The little sister that doesn't understand where her brother went. The big sister who lost her closest companion.

 

But mostly broken for the children. Not because they are gone, they are with the lord now, but for how they left. How scared they must have been. How badly they must have wanted mommy and daddy.

 

Broken for my children because of the world they live in.

RIP