Guard what’s left

One day, when I’m older and wiser, perhaps then will I…

But until then, I will live everyday joyfully as the morning comes to kiss my forehead.

I. . .

I will laugh until my tummy aches, I will cry should tears ever find their way out again…

Until then, my arms crossed close to my chest I guard what’s left.

Published by Muni_Mar

Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I speak up on tabooed topics as I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi. chao

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