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Broken pieces

None of this has ever made any sense

My mum is caught in a vicious cycle
she can’t break
none of us can

My dad is left to deal with the consequences
he has to face alone
none of us is there

My sister is torn between sadness and anger
she can’t supress nor can she heal
none of us can

I am intent on fixing everything and everyone at once
I can’t be the glue though
none of us can

So we are broken pieces
sticking together
and none of us is able to move
or break the cycle

There might be beauty in that, I just don’t see it.

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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