There have been
times in the past
when
I can honestly
say
my quivering heart
felt abandoned
empty
unattached
unheralded
and lost
without familial nurturing
or
bonding.
Instead the caring touches
and reminders
of fleeting moments
in time
when amazing
occurrences
seeped
into moments of
being human
did not exist
to flourish.
Instead
I was abandoned
and without
a memory of
attachment
to reminisce over
in the cold days of war.
Yet
I find upon further
examination
a militia of pain-filled
happenings
having nothing to do
with me.
It is not about me.
Family has its own
quarry
of hurt
from which to mine.
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