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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…

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