Broken Luxuries

About the pain of hailing from a Broken Family

They said, I was broken,

Broken in shape and size.

That was an age, I didn't know,

The depth and breadth behind word 'Broken'.

 

Then I came to the age, 

Age when I scurried 'Broken' in a Dictionary,

I shoved it aside, Believed in my course.

I ain't 'Broken'. It’s a mere Label.

 

Life meandered ahead. 

Hitting on curves, slopes and hills.

Leaving Bruises, hurting than needed,

That was an age, I introspected.

 

With a belligerant Father and Divorced Mom.

Broken I was, but Ignorant about -

the shape and size; depth and breadth;

Of the rivers that flowed beside me.

 

The Lake seemed placid but my river -

Was Sedimenting hard, tidying hard currents,

That was the moment, I hid my eyes in envy

For the Perennial Homes and their 'Home Pickles'.

 

 

 

Luxury is to have a place called 'home',

'Parents' in their plural form,

and belong somewhere as a birthright,

And not in the 'Best Interests of the Child'.

Author's Note

Hey.... Please leave me your opinion as to how I should Improve

Reviews

[Quill]

must have been a trying experience, i believe in this case you must put the past behind you and forge ahead. those experiences do not define who you are, your future is in your hands and only you can control it. Right now put aside all regret, all anger, all sadness and simply carry on with your life.

[janemaria]

Thank you so much for the review.... Yeah...I'm trying to do that.....

[Gee]

I'm from a twice broken home but all that has done is spur me on to have more than I had growing up and be the father to my daughter that I would have liked to have had as my own.
Life is great.
Consign the past to the bin and crack on :)))

[janemaria]

yup.....thank you....