Another door slams - I wince and then hide,
The shouting persists while I'm dying inside.
A yell from my father, a cry from my mother,
My parents seem hell bent on blaming each other.
They can't make ends meet because money is tight,
It's always this topic which causes their fights.
My shoes were expensive - it fills me with shame,
Kids cost a lot, so I know I'm to blame.
I look at my books and my dinosaur quilt,
Even my teddy bear fills me with guilt.
"They won't have to fork out for me anymore,"
I pick up my teddy and sneak through the door.
I sprint away under crepuscular skies,
As saltwater pricks at the back on my eyes.
I'm quickly confused, since I left unprepared.
The pathways are dark, I'm alone and I'm scared,
I run through the streets with tears blurring my vision,
Car tyres screech to avoid a collision.
But the vehicle skids and I'm frozen in fear,
I wish that my Mummy and Daddy were here.
I'm escorted to hospital after the crash,
By the wail of a siren and blue lights that flash.
"I'll lay off the beer." "I'll stop dying my hair."
I wake to the voices of parents that care.
They tell me they're sorry, that they now understand,
Assure me I'm loved while they're holding my hand.
"We'll balance the books," "We'll put family first,"
"We'll make sure the damage we've done is reversed."
My mother laments as she's stroking my hair,
"Sweetheart, you've given us both such a scare.
"But it shouldn't have taken our child to get hurt,
For us to find ways of making things work."
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Gates of Heaven
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poetry. Each individual chapter is a standalone poem, and they aren't in any particular order. I'll add to it if I create any more, but they tend to be spontaneous so I don't have a schedule for updates. "Gates of Heave...
