Blesing, Blood, Be-loved.

A blessing

Often you sees it as karma,
Yet you never knew
These are the little, little things that God does
And it all adds up to happiness

You never knew,
Amidst all the quarreling,
The screaming,
The vulgar exchanges,
The fights,
One day you will understand

That these are not just things
That makes people cry
That breaks us up
That serves as a form of punishment, a permanent scar

These are things that makes people up

One day you will know, and understand
That no matter what
People will still come and go
And all those who came,
and went,
Loves you.


Sometimes, people can't understand themselves too.
*That's something special about them
*They are still of your blood
*NO matter how bad is it, you can't disregard them

All right. I am really very emotional today coz of what happened at home today.
Thanks to JM, WK, XY for ur moral support.
Perhaps, maybe time heals everything. One yr, 2 yrs, 5 yrs, or even 10. I will wait to the date.