Monday, August 27, 2018


A family strung loosely, threadbare
Tethered to a man no longer there
Pretense nonsense and deadened stares
Connected to no one
Who really cares
A new normal forced upon me
Lost little girls bereft, empty
Unanswered questions she never asked
She wanted to be loved
To be enough
Separate lives and unspun yarn
Depths of her broken makes her hard
For want of wisdom to soothe her pain
Wishing softly for rain
Clinging to Faith
Weep my gentle lamb
Quietly you sleep
Led to the slaughter
A wolf dressed like sheep


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