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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 27, 2018

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Submitted: May 26, 2018



Fingerprints blanket this window

Of travelers before us seeking refuge

I stare out into this dusty landscape

Wondering, how this can be someplace new?


Mom delivers a familiar message

Trying to evoke hope in her children’s eyes

Saying, “things will be different this time.”

Starting over is an ever-repeating theme in our life


My sister in a cationic state

Eyes that no longer cry

No expression on her face

A river runs dry


My cheeks burned with furry

My eyes glazed with sadness

Hands clutched the entire journey

Mom oblivious to her own madness


This greyhound bus does not lead us to refuge

Mom will always choose her drugs

Why can’t she see the truth?

Her children will never be enough

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