Wounded

I sit still sick in my heart. 
What is left of it is quite broken.

I suppose when your child fails, you have to be affected.
When they willing fail, in spite of warnings and examples even amongst their own friends, you have to throw up.
I did not even know I had any tears left to cry.

Needless to say, with failure comes change and that is always evil.

If I can I will rewrite this if appropriate for it publication on Monday.  But as of Thursday night, when this is being written, much prayer is needed.