There was a magic family full of life and good,
Their home was perched along a brook that ran deep in the woods.
They lived

Barricaded in my room
Door locked, mouth shut
For another painful day
I just want to get away.
They're so damn selfish
They can

Happy families
Sit around the world

Thanking the sun
For the heart
Warming love

Of his seasons

Blessings pour
With rain and
Hard

Our Happy Family

The house may be a mess,
My throat may be sore,
But I can assure you,
When you walk through that door,
All

distilled and darkened dried olives in the sun
thirst quenched brittle days replacing
a questioning bloom

I am left with this