a forgotten achestill hurts when rememberedthat's what being home isa sudden remembranceand a paindeep in your marrowevidence of inherited trauma
the bones remember better than the mindpain is passed downfrom mother to child to grand childit is a cycle that eats everything in its pathand takes years to breaksome never do
civilizations crumble from thisrebellions are built from thissometimes it's hard to discern the differencebetween the two
but when you find itremember itpass it downlet it sink into your genesevolution will take its courseand the weakthe undesireablethe ones who are outliersthey will die offleaving room for the pre-brokenthose who flinch without causewho grew up on eggshells broken generations beforethe only ones who know how to be smalland softand careful
do not be ashamed of your bloodit is just too loudtoo cautious for youyou can tame it if you wishthere is help out therepains does not have to be privatelet yourself be free of the ache of your bonesyour mothers bonesyour fathersevery familial failureit can be repaired
About the Creator
A O Beldam
A writer. A body entangled in life. A hag living in the local bog.
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