I'm not the best daughter.
Not the greatest sister.
My brother saved me from water,
And helped me with a blister.
Did I betray them and hurt?
The obvious yes staring down
Tells me the guilt is alert.
I miss my family being around.
But most days I'm happy and smile
And am grateful for what's been given,
Because all I have to do is dial.
Even if I'm not forgiven.
Though I'd lie by saying
This whole ordeal hasn't caused tears
Over where I'm staying.
Or that they had no logical fears.
But I have hope that in the end
It will all be ok and safe
And the family bound won't bend.
Even if that's seems to be naif.
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She Was
Poetry2nd Collection in the She series. A collection of poems following similar themes to collection of poems titled "She Says". These poems will follow a theme more closely following dealing with past traumas, inner strength, forgiveness, and being who...
