Isnt it crazy how the things we endure and experience as children lays the very foundation for the kind of adult we become?!This line hit hard:

She cant trust anyone and is not cut out to be a wife

When trust is broken it can take years to get back and sometimes we never doo!
Nice write BV
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I love your writing style, it's very unique and different. Great poem.

I love this write as well. I love the story behind this. You start out as a small girl and like any broken family your parents fight. I get the feeling you feel like its your fault they faught. I hate thinking about the past but youdid a great job wording it here. Echoes of memories... I can see what you paint here. The echoes are screaming in your heart and they aare truly painful.I can uunderstand why trust is so difficult for you too. I was/am raised in a broken home. You will always heal in time and you will trust again. It may seem like yiu are alone now but there are people who always care. 5/5

Every wheat ferments for good brew. All that happens, tend towards win. Running from our fears, boost the yoke. There's always one out there, who cares. You can never walk alone here. Keep the good work, ever coming..