Why do I still feel this way?
Lingering wounds that have scarred for decades.
Flesh bleeding new as if, it was the first time.
Closing my eyes, I inhale, and try.
Chose to be the better person.
Move passed what has happened, don't let it happen it again.
Disappointed, I feel for the fact that this broken family, has played me again.
How have I managed to let this happen?
Eight thousand miles. Closer to family this way.
Internally, I can't seem to grasp a hold of these emotions of the past.
Bleeding, that crimson red, I see.
After thirteen years, this wound still bleeds.
What can I do to prevent it? No Band-Aid of time can fix this, now.
Rage, I shouldn't feel because I knew this was going to happen.
On repeat, this family seems to be.
Yet, somehow, I'm caught in the same situation.
I can't let this happen, not again.
Remove myself, little interaction, so be it.
Being thousands of miles away, brought me closer, but halt!
Take a step towards the family and I'll regret.
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6.8.19
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Assurgent Construction
PoesiaA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
