Protector


The deepest sorrow has no gain,
Yet it has my pain. I’m suppose to be your protector but all I’ve been is a spectator. The devil within has no mercy and takes pleasure in the sorrow that it gains. From here on out I promise to no longer be the spectator but the protector.

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I wrote this poem for my son so he knows that mamma is no longer afraid, and is taking a stand no only for him, but myself as well. I believe a lot of parents can relate.