What Can Be Considered Family

She’s scared

Bottles shatter against the tiled ground

She’s tense

From every footstep on creaky hardwood floors

She listens

For every door opened, the next could be hers

Holding her breath, staying afloat

The bitter venom from a so-called family glides down her throat

Clawing through veins, tearing through the heart,

Replacing it with a pitiful void

It sucks, sucks the emotion and streels it

Causing leaking eyes and stinging arms

Lungs enclosed by a maze of thorns

Eardrums bleed from agonizing shouts

She glares into the bathroom mirror, disgusted

Never able to adjust to the reflection

Of a broken girl, holding on to the few strings of hope

That dangle relentlessly, not giving up

She gasps

The door is thrown open to the world, it unveils

A small, fractured girl

Curled up, wanting nothing more than to be cradled

Able to let go of the present moment

Instead, she was ousted from the nook in the room

Hope slowly transformed into black and purple shades

How, how, can they be considered family?

Families are supposed to wear happy smiles that reach their eyes

Families are supposed to kiss their loved one’s goodnight

And she’s scared

She’s scared that one day

In the very far future

She will gaze upon the ruptured bathroom mirror

Only to discover she is an abuser too

Making others fear her

But one day

In the close future

She will discover a new family

One with warm hugs and smiles that reach their eyes

Butterflies that form in her stomach

Love will begin to course through the veins that were once tainted with venom

And realise that family isn’t blood

Family is where her patchworked heart belongs

This poem is about: 
My family

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Tabbycat

i like it

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