Sunshine

I used to have sunshine in my hand,
now I hold a grain of sand.
My grain, will soon become a dune,
one day, I hope, to hold the Moon.

Divorce and being away from my daughter at times is very, very hard. One day you have everything, the next it is gone and you are stripped of all your material possessions and your emotional well-being. With hope, you have to build your life back up, it might be different but it’ll be stronger.

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