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Bread Crumbs

Her dad had took her camping all her life 
See her dad was a survivalist that moved her and her brother to a new city with his new wife
Every night she cried , cuz when mom died dad lied said he’d never replace her mother 
And her lil brother was uncomfortable with her tears and put his head under the cover
But she did find happiness with the families excursions 
Leave the city past the suburban
Their pilgrimages to the wilderness 
Where she gets to imagine her mom is back at home and not gone
Her dad used to say that
“where I’m from , we spread bread crumbs to find our way back”
He let her spread them sometimes and sometimes she’d count her steps in her mind just to pass the time
8 years go by and dad had a couple of divorces making bad choices, drinking and smoking has almost left him voiceless 
She went from being dads lil princess to being depressed
Sadness is relentless and with all this sorrow for tomorrow she’s defenseless 
She wants to end it all…
A pill bottle she stole from one of the ex wives that thought she was a real model
She sneaks to the woods she saw in passing a perfect place she had in mind
Past the city limits , right before the county line
She traversed over broken branches , slid down paths of leaves that moved like avalanches 
She listened to the birds chirping and chipmunks scurrying 
Her sunset scene was serene for self murdering
But she felt she must stop at the right spot to be her final resting place or was she making an excuse did she really want to ruin her youth?
When she told her brother and dad she loved them was she telling the truth?
Who’s gonna look after her father before he makes another bad decision that effects the way her brothers living
And is she truly really done with living?
Mama used to say life was a privilege 
She was inspired, encouraged to focus on the part of life she did love 
Threw that pill bottle that was filled up
She turns to head back home and then realized she had forgot the bread crumbs…

Copyright © Jeronimo Mooney | Year Posted 2022

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