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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

ahhhhhh..... family, what more can I say

I don’t know what to say,
I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know how to feel,
Everything is falling apart,
This family, which once was thought of as strong is starting to crumble,
You ask me if I heard,
You ask me if I know,
I feel myself wanting to withdraw,
I don’t want to find out,
I don’t want to know,
I don’t want to discuss the issues at hand,
I want to run,
I want to hide,
I want to plaster a smile back on my face,
I want to be able to mock confidence, and hold my head high,
But I know, in this small town, no one will ever think of our family the same again,
Which makes me want to hold my head down in shame,
 If it’s not one thing, it’s another,
Brother’ accident which result in death of a friend,
Brother’s multiple DUIs,
Uncle’s Domestic Violence,
Younger brother’s MIC,
And not to mention the spousal abuse that never gets reported,
Urging my mother to pack her bags and not look back,
But as she says, that man wouldn’t survive more than a week without her,
Our family is weakening,
My strength is breaking down,
I’m just praying that I don’t stumble and fall.


Submitted: November 16, 2009

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