All the pieces come together
Every wretched piece
One for my mom hiding secrets full of shame
And my father hiding the same yet refusing to work together to fix it
So many secrets creating barriers between all of us
Building plaque between the pieces that once fit together perfectly
Lies and silence and harsh words
All held in her hands
Streaked with mascara from covering her tired eyes
Secrets, not shameful, but with the need to be addressed
But all they feel is shame, embarrassment from each other for the same thing
It's infuriating
And painful to watch
Because you know everything could be better in a second
If they would just talk
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Severed Silence
PoetryPoetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way And these things are special My goal is to write at least one poe...
