Like an
apple that has fallen from our tree,
my soul
is rotting and I've taken you down with me.
Deep in the emotions of my misery
are the feelings that cannot ever seem to be set
free.
You could say others have had it worse than me,
but until you take a few steps in the worn out path of my
misery,
with the burdens I've carried, only then can you unravel my
mystery.
If only to stumble on shards of glass,
only then to empathize the pain that I stash.
The scars always there never to vanish,
never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always lay stagnant in our
mind,
Always to remind us of our broken home.
The pain we endured through our childhood
made permanent cracks in the building blocks of our
foundation.
Leaving the ones who've moved into our life
to mend the cracks with their love,
to suffer the sometimes bitterness that was left
behind,
forever in our minds.
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