Between the lies, the insults, and the deafening silence
I wonder where I stand
Who I am between the cries
It seemed like a second, but it was more like years
Once Upon a time, we were fine
beautiful family. you had kids and I had siblings
it was summer on a cruise
then the boat shook
waves flooded the chambers
we were surrounded by the big mass of water
engulfed in it.
it felt like being surrounded by sadness
we were suffocating in the feeling
barely breathing,
but not dead
the season had shifted suddenly,
it was cold,
so cold that there was no possibility ever of a sunburn
I was scared of the upcoming change.
Where we we going? Who would we be?
I was, and I still am
-S. Trig
******
I have a broken family.
there it is.
Never wanted to admit that to myself a few months ago,
but know I can.
because I realize that I shouldn't be ashamed.
It's not my fault.
It's nobody's
Sometimes it works out,
sometimes it doesn't.
Life is life.
You just have to move on with it, I guess.
What do you think? Have a broken family? Let's talk about it-------------->
by the way, now, I post my new entries at the beginning of the book. Tell me if it causes you any problems, it confuses you, or you have a better option, okay?
By the way, I am changing my book cover, and title soon (tomorrow or after) so stay tuned for my announcement here, and on my profile.
If you haven't checked out my poetry account on IG, please do (poet.werenotlonely). We are almost at 1,7 K on there.
-Sel.
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The Towelhead | a poetry collection
PoetryBecause she's sad, and no one understands her struggles. She's turning that pain into something beautiful. **** Categories; a) Relationships I will be talking about friends, family, breakups, gatherings, love b) letters to my future self or you le...
