Child of divorce
fully grown
with children of my own.
With every fight,
With every disappointment
I battle the urge
to escape
the way my parents did.
I cling to the cross, daily
so as not to follow
the model
I’ve been given
but to keep my commitment strong.
In abandonment
and disappointment
a numbness crept in.
I feel nothing but pain
and small glimmers of joy
peeking through my walls.
Few are let in
Many are pushed out
as I’ve grown to trust no one
with my soul.
This is the legacy
I’ve been given
by
divorce.

