Lillian Marie

Four generations of repression
Unexpressed emotions
Neglect
Abandonment
Depression.

We store it in our hearts
And in our bones;
It seeps out slowly
Into our transmissions,
It infiltrates our homes.

Ninety five years
Of inadvertent pain,
Staging as silence
But screaming in anger,
It binds our souls in chains.

We cling
To this wretched monster
Like a child to her mother;
The injury is all
We have ever known

But to the grave
This will not follow us -
We will find grace
Inside of us
And forgive these gruesome woes.

The final beat
Of my aching heart will be
A pulse of peace.
We have struggled long enough -
This war will end with me.

◄ In Verse

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Vautaw

Sun 15th Mar 2020 12:41

Love this! How life changing it would be if we would all resolve to break generational curses. Write on! ❤️🌈

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