A photo taken by my daughter during one of our medical missions.
For when I wake,
I pray to live.
When I live,
I mourn for death.
With less,
I work for more.
When there is much,
I don’t live at all.
From someone who cares,
I ran away.
Towards something that hurts,
I willingly sway.
Is life this begrudging
or am I just not truly living?
photos from a JUANderer 
YEY! My picture’s here.