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POETRY
“Broken Home”
There is pain
Scarring shame
A remembrance
All that once was
A handful of regrets
Fingers of things
Pointed and put up
With hopes and dreams
That did not live up
But the thought occurs
To return
To times not yet shredded
A happy story ended —
Buried lost hope
That was enough
The hands that held
Covered dirt so well
The our
Arrives back there
Striking ten past sadness
While the water still runs
Into merry morsels
Made fresh memories
From loving bonds
Holding hearts together
Stitches of savory silence
Under a roof that leaks of laughter
The sun shines smiles this time
And the ground comes alive
Vibrations skate illumination
Reaching walls that feel seen
Colorful touch to a blank canvas
Collide with painted imagination —
Surprises!
There is a sweet familiar tone
Deaf to the sounds
That say
We have a broken home —
And could it be
The false perception
Makes us great
In the mirror
Images of true bravery
Fighting hard against the glare
To keep what we have
Giving thanks
And even more stare
For what we have not
Broken home?
Ok —
