broken for the better

getting tucked into bed 

kisses goodnight 

telling stories 

turning on nightlights  

being told "i love you" 

before they close the door

care with the flu

a broken house

runaway dad

the abuse stopped

but why was i sad

crying at night 

sleeping alone

no calls tonight

but still by the phone

i know it couldnt worsen

tender warm mom

a single person

as strong as two

has all the love i ever need

not nowing then 

but better off now

he was just a weed.

apart of my growth

it was for the better 

i will always remember what i had

but now remembering it doesnt make me sad







This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world




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