Family Life

Dear Family,

I know that times are hard. I can't say I understand it all,
Though I can say that I've had many a fall
Due to our problems and strife.
I can definitely say that this is not what I wanted for a family life.

Mom, I love you so much. How did you become so mad?
I try to talk to you, but it always ends with you being sad, 
Saying that, "to us, it's always your fault".
I never knew all of your stresses would become your own personal pole-vault.
But I can only hope that, one day,
You will again smile the troubles away.

Sister, I am at the end of my rope.
I try so very hard to hold out an ounce of hope
For you, but for some reason, 
You turn my trust to treason.
Lies infest what little love I had for you.
And now I fear that I cannot give you love due.

Brother, I feel like you are my last pillar of strength.
When fights get out of control, you hug and console me at length.
I do not know how to thank you for all you have done,
But I know you must leave since you have growth to be won.
I will miss you so very much, no doubt about it;
And though I will never worry you with it, I hope I can bear every argumental hit.

Step-parent, I feel like I have grown closer to you this past year.
You have been there to struggle with me, willing to hear
every problem I had, and even suffer with me a while.
Every week brought us a new trial-
Achingly acidic words from mom and lucid lies from my sister-
But we helped each other to get through them without losing our luster.

All in all, I cannot say that I anticipated any of this,
But I can hope that we can all live together, one day, in bliss.

With hard-won hope,
Aidyn.
 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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