Crack Mistress

Moments I forgave but cannot forget. Broken promises and hidden crack pipes, smashed apartment with daughter in my belly and son in my arms, broke our lives in that moment. You live, you learn, pick up the pieces, you move on.

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Hope?

I want to feel 'hope'... hopeful... that hopefully... one day... I sit in front of my Gohonzan, candles lit, incense burning, legs folded, plant, water, beads. I stare at the mandala in its white wooden Butsudan (cabinet for mandala; Gohonzan) hoping for some strength to return to my being. Hopeful if I chant for long … Continue reading Hope?