Healing Powers
We fought
family shouldn't fight
a war like World War 2,
the front lines hardly move
crying and wondering
why nothing I did was good enough
why I couldn't win your praise.
The words flow from my heart,
to my head,
to my hand,
to my pen.
Remorseful, sorrowful, angry
Accepting.
With time,
and a bandage,
I healed.
But the words didn't stop.
The words still haven't stopped.
The words will never stop.
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