love accepts leaving, lets the tide slide
off of the shore with some gentle elaborations of old
advice, “sssshhhhhhh, things will be alright.” but instead
of uplifting, support, or assistance- there is bitterness,
words of doubt and anger stinging as strongly as salt
in an open wound, fighting against a child that's grown. and
they wonder why I am so eager to leave home.
Just me venting a bit, nothing new.
Goodness knows I love my family dearly, but it would be nice if they could get their act together and help me a bit.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
=/ hope everything works out. family can be such a drag sometimes.
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