I always thought my parents

I always thought my parents were happy together,

I attatched myself to that idea like a tether.

As I grew older, they grew colder.

Secrets softly spread shattering and shaking my innocent soul.

How could I be so naïve?

I was sad, moreso mad.

“How could they throw away everything we had!?”

I couldn’t comprehend the calmness coming to a catastrophic end.

After all the atrocious and audacious actions adjourned, 

Clarity overcame my clouded conscious mind. 

Sometimes even the most sincere people fall out of love.

Sometimes two parents living together is worse than one.

Hate that once horribly hijacked me heavily, 

Turned harmoniously into hopeful happiness.

I was hit with an important life epiphany:

Everyone has the right to dance to their own symphony. 

Just as the sun and moon work better apart,

So do my parents, and I didn’t see that from the start. 

How could I have been so naïve? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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