Family
Family is always there.
Then it pulls away,
detaches and rips apart.
Lost with no anchor.
Alone.
No one cares.
It shows up with conditions
that are hard to meet.
I may lose myself.
I can’t get back that aspect of family that I lost,
but I can find myself again,
retrieve what is important.
I never went away.
I was always there.
I let myself vacate and I can let my self return,
stronger than ever,
determined and free.
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