Trigger Warning
as children, we were
poor, hungry, dirty …
a hand-me-down world of shame.
ignominious food donations
walked across a rotting porch.
money poured into whiskey bottles,
drowning miseries of another life.
never a drop of compassion left to spare.
love was rationed out in teardrops,
in-between the rain of guilt
pouring down upon us.
I cried, I hid, I ran away
from nowhere / deep into myself.
chancing upon the hows & whys of life’s events,
my father’s history unfolded truth.
sorrow followed sorrow in every step before.
I learned to heal / I learned to love.
tearing down the mirror of pain,
I walked into the light.
Heart touching poem you are a survivor…Best wishes
Thank you kindly my dear friend!
Thank you kindly!
Thank you so much
Lovely.. more power to you
Thank you so much Medha