worn and fraying

ClutchTheDawn

got my mother’s paranoia
my father’s guilty look
the instinct to avoid
foundations being shook
a leaky faucet headache
bright lights that keep me up
a bedroom shelf collection
of glass half-empty luck

in this life will I find passion?
find strength to heal the wound?
seems every road I travel
bares the signs of abuse
I fear the future of my children
the past I’ve hid away
envy those who know no better
and those who feel no shame

and I’d wear my emotion
but these sleeves are worn and fraying
and all the truths instilled
are the truths that haunt my dreams

blonde redhead

very cool!

ClutchTheDawn

This one is rooted in something deeply personal, so it was hard to click submit. I glad you found something in it. Thanks for the praise.

CHANGEinWAVES

i particularly like these lines:
"in this life will I find passion?
find strength to heal the wound?"

ClutchTheDawn wrote:

This one is rooted in something deeply personal, so it was hard to click submit. I glad you found something in it. Thanks for the praise.

i'm very glad u submitted it...I read it when you first posted, and find myself going back to reread it, so i figured i'd let u know how much i enjoy this one.

lalalalaaaaaaaa

well done...breaking the 'rents' cycle is a tough one, for sure.

re aligned

Thanks for sharing. . .