Standing in the pouring rain,
My arms stretched out.
I cannot believe people can cause so much pain.
My tear glands are in drought,
I can cry no more.
Spinning under the rain, around and around.
I have never felt like this before,
Watching my life in the clouds being rewound.
Remembering my family laughing, and loving each other.
Knowing nothing would come between them.
My family was my sturdy anchor.
Perfect families, that doesn’t happen so that’s why I am writing a reality
poem.
Parents start fighting, never agreeing,
Holding grudges, and making mistakes.
They don’t even see that my heart is breaking.
My sister and I watch as they split up their keepsakes.
Money is number one.
The job is going great.
I wish my story were fiction.
But by now it’s way too late.
Daddy’s gone, mommy’s broken.
My sister has moved away.
My heart has closed itself to love, but eventually it will open.
I still can’t forget each birthday,
Staring at my candles.
Wishing every year for my family to work its way back together.
Praying to the miraculous angels.
It never worked. And sadly to this real life poem I am the author.



 
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