A sour hug and bitter,
a distant mother.
I thought was my protector.
Missing.
Unsympathetic words like stones conversed with passion and abhorrence.
I walk out of the cancerous house,
down the broken, brittle, wooden ramp,
my mind spins, my precious heart fades
the faint touch I have on the world.
One last hug from my two sisters and brother,
arms tight around my body, clench at my skin and hold me so close,
oh the pure moment, so intense.
Grasping, voices whimpering so weedy begging me to stay
or change my mind before I got in the car.
My mind made up; into the car, heat brushed
upon my face.
Guilt washing through pores of my skin,
burning into my face, it couldn’t be forgotten.
Frustration lit up old wounds,
fire storm in my stomach burning, intensely
so much it physically hurts.
Uncertainty shuddering through my veins,
like a bullet wanting to break out of its chamber.
Tears stream down my face like two waterfalls overflowing.
Colours explode everywhere,
the greenness of the grass,
the silveriness of the shiny shed,
anger, tears, emotions rushing wild,
like a pack of feral dogs roaming
destroying anything in its path.
Phlegm mounting in my throat,
taste of old fungus on a dilapidated tree,
smell of old rainfall, damp dirt of the prearranged garden,
reminiscing, can anything go right?
Maybe?
The car ride took me through my life, my old passing by so quickly and the new thrusting and re-filling my heart.
Old life I am now leaving and the new one I have just begun
