Family Ties
From time to time
Inside this heart of mine
I stare into the mirror
To see clear
For the very first time
In the depths of my obscure mind
I’d take a glimpse into the past
From when I first felt this aching crack
It first began when I was six
Down in my depressive slumps, I called my pits
Where I danced with the darkness
Having no grooves within the carpet
I believed I’d fell
But it was hard to tell
With the harsh abyss
Shallowing my physical sense
I thought I would lose myself again
When I could no longer call myself my friend
My family came
Straight to my aid
Lifting me up like a high-strung mountain
In a time of unrelenting drowning
It was then I learned how fortunate I was
Because not every child has a household filled with love
A place where you can fall out of shape
And know for sure that you’ll be safe
Is a special something
That everyone and everything
Should have
Is the unbound love from mom and dad
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