Disorientation

We are not a family

We are closely acquainted strangers

dwelling in ignorance of each others

scarred hearts. We are like the waves

of an ocean crashing into one another,

but with a gentle force, afraid of being shattered

like a broken mirror.

Once upon a time we were steadfast, carrying

each other, proudly bearing our hearts on our sleeves.

Once upon a time we were displaying all our emotions

without the fear of being taken advantage of.

But what once was in not anymore.

We became disoriented.

This poem is about: 
My family

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