Soft, warm nearly ethereal Home Just a few inches from the heart Attached Unable to be pulled apart Hope More than something to feel Fears spoken into the void Absorbed by the everlasting Created and destroyed as often as waves crashing Lightness turned to heavinessStrength to weakness Vulnerability doubled Terrified of what's to come of what has already been Memories of pain and heartache flood Reminders of everything avoided Refusal to accept the hurt only makes things harder. Deciding to not be like them Anger, abuse, and fear-mongering are no longer of this realm or so it seems. Refusal to accept the hurt only makes things harder. This is known. Throwing a veil over the mirror does not stop it from reflecting. Turning away from it or casting shadows in its direction only makes it harder to see the truth that you are your parents' child. This is known. You possess the same anger and proclivity for abuse, whether you want to believe it or not. You also possess the same proclivity for fun and happiness, whether you realize where it comes from or not. Much of who you are comes from within, but it also comes from them. See that Feel that Live that Truth and I promise that their lives will be better off for it. They cannot live their best lives if you're still living your worst. This is known.
© 2021 Writings by Z
Subscribe to get access
Read more of this content when you subscribe today.