Connecticut.

I hate days like this. Days when I lose my faith in the human spirit.  I want to believe that there is good in all people, but days like today cause that belief to falter.  I find that the only good I can find in a day like today lies in the sweetness of my daughter, whom I will be hugging a little extra tight, and will get a little bit more leeway in her antics. She is my juxtaposition between the good in the world and the heinous bad that inhabits some people’s hearts.  I can only be thankful for the good in her, and those around me who are saying prayers and aching for those who are direct victims of this tragedy. 

The taker of innocence

Will always be at a loss

He cannot regain

What was never his

His strength is false

A heart black and void

Joy will prevail

And darkness will subside

Not to light, no the world is too dark now

But to a fog with glints of sun

Children are the answer, the key to all that is good

That he cannot take, that he cannot change.

They will never be his

And he will be no more.