There are days, I see so much pain in faces that I hurt physically just from seeing it. There are days that I see fear, and self-loathing and my arms are not long enough to give a hug big enough to help.
I come home, bone tired, wear of body and spirit.
But even on those days, there are bright moments. Seconds when you see a sparkle in someone's eye, or the first real smile spread across their face, and then you tell yourself maybe just maybe you helped.
This has been a week for many good byes......I watch them leave my room, fearful, hopeful of the life they will soon start......of the pieces that they have to pick up. I understand the words, pray without ceasing......I do it everyday, many times at night when I wake up and think of someone or see their face. Prayers that they are happy, they are healthy and safe.....prayers that they find the life they so desperately crave.
I need my warm cozy bed, I need some rest, and probably a few prayers myself.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams